June 15, 2009
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#1971
let the tears fall through summer’s end
to not let the same of me, my friend in life and death for nothing is morethan me and me and meandmeandme for shore, that lines the water poor as mother’s carter’s pills poor chore.the sanity is mine and falling is fine, but i’d rather be here, wishing fine cheerthan anywhere else one said is a bore.all problems can wait…as long and deep as eternal fate.-richard