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“Love is”

“Love is”   Memories abound and my mind forms the words The ink stains the paper It flows from my pen Like the breath of my soul I write for the lonely For those who fear tomorrow For another day … Continue reading

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The 60’s

“60’s” The fifties end, the sixties begin, now in High School I’m in New books new friends, new studies, a medal I win One year of football, we tried hard to win My last two years, mostly a sin A … Continue reading

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Thank you

To the people from other countries who have visited my blog, thank you and please your comments and views are welcomed

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The 50’s

                                                                “Decades of Life”                                                                  The fifties The school day begins with a game of tag Running and chasing the joy of the game Words from home soon forgotten “Don’t get dirty or I’ll spank your bottom” The sound of the … Continue reading

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“A Special Day”

“A special day” What advice can I give? What can I say? On that glorious day What will I say? So much I’ve learned up to this day That little has changed from days gone by So, this I say, … Continue reading

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“The Sitting Giants”

                                                         “The Sitting Giants” By Roberto Juarez The little six-year-old sat huddled next to his father.  Through the opening of their tent he could look out and see the nearby mountains.  He watched as dark menacing clouds rolled over the top … Continue reading

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“We Never Said, Goodbye”

“We Never Said, Goodbye”   The strong sense of certainty that comes with youth.  The knowing that when the school day would end, that the very next day you would see your friends again, not the slightest doubt would enter … Continue reading

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