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Dee and Me

Dee and Me The years have so quickly gotten by. They have stepped in-between you and I The years have slipped quietly away. You, it seems, have drifted further than they. There is nothing left of what once was, and I wonder why ?, and this is because there are our two Girls, who are in need and deserve not, because of our creed. Because of our wrongs and bad deeds, these may have planted the wrong seeds in the minds of our innocent Daughters, who, - upon this plane- stumble, falters upon the paths they have chosen to walk. With me, it seems, they seldom / never talk about what it is they are truly feeling so that they may let it go – know the healing that comes upon the heals of totally expressing the secrets, all that they have been repressing. I have, for years now, wondered ?, what is your deal, what is with you ?, what is this fate ?, in which you seal my destiny – forever it seems – to live, no matter what – to you, I did give my all – from you, you have chosen to ignore and behind us – me – you have closed the door. From you, – it seems – nothing, this forevermore. I wonder ?, what of our past do you remember. On my Black Bird’s wings, on a Lincoln’s front fender, above the mighty Grand, on top of mount Tamalpais. Some of, all that was good my dear, but alas, I fear, it is all gone to dust, lost forever. Remembered ?, relished ?, I believe – never – for animosity, harbouring to much ill will drives what reason the reasons that kill any memories of Hawaii, Florida, California, Ontario, Ohio, Arizona, British Columbia, all the good, that once was representative of a life style I brought you into - to live. Live beyond what once was, this I did give. B .J. “A” 2 December 14th 2004

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