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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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“Remembering Dad”

“Remembering  Dad” You spoke so seldom Your words were measured Your timing priceless Your wisdom shared Your cautions given You spoke so seldom You said so much How did you measure? How did you time? Those chosen words I heard … Continue reading

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“Dear friend of mine”

“Dear friend of mine”   Our worlds are separate due to time, But common ground has yours to mine. Our bodies different, yours from mine. But common is your pain to mine. Bitter the wine that life has served, Cold … Continue reading

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your journey

“Your journey”   The signs are clear, the time is near Fear to start, tears to follow First step was yours, as was the choice A step to start, what is the end The choice is yours to start and … Continue reading

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