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Once upon a time,
in a land,
West of In Between,
there lived an
old man, who was nice,
and seldom was he mean.

He had no wife or
children, of which we knew.
If he did, they were inside
his dream.

He loved to talk, a lot
to all those he met,
but only in his dreams,
for he lived a lonely life,
in the land West of In Between.

The Sun would shine,
throughout the day
and rain was seldom seen,
for life was pleasant, in the
land West of In Between.

Animals played amongst
the fields, so wide and green,
as life was somewhat odd,
in the land, West of In Between.

What words could I write,
about someone, who wasn't mean,
who wasn't heavy, or thin to see,
perhaps he was just in between.

Stories he told about,
his life's work and his constant dream,
was to be the leader, in the
land, West of In Between.

I had an unexpected request yesterday.
I was asked to write little odes to include
in envelopes for the mothers residing
at this Facility.
Such an honor.
I wrote about nineteen separate vignettes.
I am in the process of handwriting
on personal cards with envelopes.
I you are interested in seeing them
I will print them tomorrow.
Thank you

The Sun is out this morning,
no apparent wind
or Spring breeze.
No wafting wind,
shaking the trees.

I have walked this path
of life before,
of hidden byways,
shady nooks, and more.

Do you remember,
those moments past,
when we thought
our memories would always last?

I discovered last night,
my beloved, knows how to punch.
5 jabs to the left ribs.
Fortunately, she has no power.
This morning a staff member,
asked my why, my right eye was
black. Don't recall getting hit in
the face but anger escalated quickly.
I wish I knew what I did which she
didn't like as I tire of getting hit and
sworn at. I know she won't remember.
I am a grown man, so these things
shouldn't affect me, but they do.
I am not upset, just saddened.
I do still love her

Shameful behavior, of a lost soul.
Could I be strong handling this quest?
Searching for all to see,
I must find only the best.

If I tell you tomorrow,
about the love's lost,
will you tell me stories,
no matter the cost?

A day late,
a dollar short.
Some of plans,
we must abort.

I am so pathetic,
searching for a friend,
to talk about life,
until our time ends.

You only live once,
it's not what it seems.
You live life over,
again, in your dreams.

Dreams are the way
life is lived to tell,
knowing your life
has been lived well.

I dreamt, last night,
a dream of bliss,
I received from you,
my very first kiss.

Why does love, sometimes,
appear in the way,
dreaming the dreams,
of life's yesterday?

Words, so many,
sentences, a few.
I am stir crazy,
thinking about you.

A lot of men worked,
a lot of men tried,
to rid the body
of the beast inside.

Inside the body,
the beast had its way,
liking the shape,
He decided to stay.

How strange love can be,
when you have affection,
for another, be it
platonic or romantic.