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Things Not To Be
THINGS NOT TO BE There are thoughts in my mind I cannot reach. Am I crazy? But, I know they are there. I feel, in lonely nights, a sense of them when I dream a flower, a cloud, a beautiful woman. All women are beautiful. God knows that. So do I. Am I then God? I learned this logic exercise in college, but, I have since forgotten. But it remains that all women are beautiful. My redheaded angel was. The one I lost because I never won. The one who met me on the field after we were beaten, with a hug and a kiss. I pushed her away because I failed to win an inconsequential thing. I pushed her away. That was the way of it. That was the way. We loved, hated, fought, and loved over and over again. I think, sense, how intimately pure we were, so close, yet so far. I think how much I loved her when I wasn't angry. When she was in my arms. I think of red hair, freckles and feelings. I think of her leaning on my '53 Buick adding class to my rowdiness. I think of her always, and always will. Rose 91 Fritz Crytzer February 2016
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Book: Shattered Sighs