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Annie doesn't live here anymore
Annie doesn't live here anymore
Annie doesn't live here anymore
Annie doesn't live here anymore
Annie doesn't live here anymore
Annie doesn't live here anymore
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Annie doesn't live here anymore

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A Poem by Winston W Wallace

A Poem by Winston W Wallace

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  1. Annie Doesn't Live Here Anymore<br />
  2. Here I stand in front of the old house with the broken down door <br />A twinge of sadness fills the air as a long ago memory whispers "Annie doesn't live here anymore" <br />I see the oak tree in the yard out back by the flower garden where the birds used to sing <br />And try to remember how many times Annie and I rode that old tire swing<br />
  3. The tree is almost dead now and the tire lies on the ground <br />The silence is deafening as I make my way around <br />To the little creek we used to swim in and the crayfish abound <br />Where days were hours and the sun never went down <br />
  4. The baby fawn we fed by dusk's closing light<br /> And the millions of stars we counted on a moonless night <br />The time she ran away and I thought she would never come back home <br />But she did and she promised me never again would she roam <br />We climbed every rock and hill until winter's fall <br />But in a faraway land things were amiss and I answered my country's call<br />
  5. Now after years of Hell I stand again under the old oak tree <br />And think once again of Annie and me <br />As I walk slowly away it all seems so sad <br />For you see, Annie has died, she was the love I never had<br />
  6. A Poem by Winston W Wallace<br />

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