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Where are you? Oregon? Washington? Ok. Time to come home. When do you propose to come home? |
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| The Dead
This is a time of dying. My friends are falling by the wayside now more than ever before. Life comes to an end. Sadye in February. Cheryl in April. I don't know if I can take much more of it. But then who cares what I say about it. Nature takes its course. Regardless of me. |
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| To Scottsdale
I drove you to the airporter this morning. When we got to Larkspur Landing The sun was glancing over the smooth water. You grabbed your bags from the back seat and said, "I love you." |
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| Almost Spring
The monsoon is still upon us But the air is warm and new. Your smile is wide and lovely and I'm in love with you. What could be more alarming...in March or April too than to see the one you're hot for approaching now for you? |
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Perhaps I think too much. Try to make something out of nothing. I regret a great deal. And so do you. But what can be done anymore about any of it? |
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