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This is the last day of our aquaintance as tears go by
This is the last day of our acquaintance, I will meet you later in somebody’s office I’ll talk but you won’t listen to me, I know what your answer will be It is the evening of the day, I sit and watch the children play. Smiling faces I can see, But not for me I sit and… Continue reading
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Staring Down the Barrel of Another Winter
September happened. I am another year older, a spring and summer have passed, the brilliant bright green leaves that were so new on the trees only seemingly seconds ago have hardened to a callous veteran status and with one free fall of the mercury, will yeild to color too spectacular to imitate. What do I… Continue reading