"It's about words, and words are all I have…"



Every cliché you have ever heard   is true

Grief is dulled by time   but then so are you

though you may still walk sprightly & sing

the odd tune   The searing will have come to

an end  especially from when  they wrenched

your bulldog away   You will become part of the

landscape   Your sighs quieter than the wind

Take the path you never saw before   and run




August  2013

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