She gave me back my picture
She gave me back my ring
She gave me back my freedom
And almost everything
She slammed the door in my face
And told me not to call
She gave me back my every wish
But she kept the best of all
She kept what I had locked inside
Deep within my chest
And now a vacant spot
I hide beneath my suit and vest
She gave me back my every dream
The day we had to part
But she kept the best of all
My one and only heart
© Robert A Evans
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My name is Bob Evans and I was born in Brooklyn NY in 1935. I left the city when I was 33 years old and moved across the country to San Francisco and now live in Texas with my wife. At the age of 84, I have a lot of stories to tell and one huge imagination. I have always loved to tell a story, write a song or poem, love to cook and entertain. I hope you will follow me on my new journey of blogging.
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