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Avast the premise
of work to do.
It is well past
making time for you.

Try something fun,
just need a few.
You'll feel great
and friends will too.

Paradox,
Pair of sox,
Paradyme,
Pair of ducks,
Love in twine.
Should you go?
Or just resign?
Take action now,
Just in time.

Idiocy from the mind
of a crazed, old man.

Though I walk through the shadow
of the Valley of Death.
What things in Life are dear?
For the walking of this uncertain life,
the Shadow of Death is always near.

When you wish
upon a star,
it makes a difference
of whom you are.

For if you believe,
wishing on a star,
will change your life
and take you far,

away to another place,
where Love is near
and there is nothing,
except Wine and Beer.

Grief wants to cry,
and be mad and
ask for help.
You have permission
to grieve.
You have friends,
who will help and
be there for you.
Don't Forget!

Thank you my friend.

Good morning all.
Good morning to you.
I cherish your laughs
and your smiles too.

Please have an exciting time
for the rest of your life.

Time to purge these old grey cells,
so here goes.
What you'll read next, won't
make sense.

I walked through the fountain of burning
flames. Am I in Hades? Would you care
to explain? Why I see you when I know
you're not there and still hear your voice,
everywhere.

Last night at the computer, I felt a tug on
my left arm and heard your voice, say
"Jerry." You were downstairs.
Why do these strange things occur?
Down the fast road, I ran at a trot. Why?
I don't know, forget me not.

Do you think I'm funny when I write this
way? I have a lot to say, sorry, I digress.
You are my World, you are my life,
you will always be my lovely wife.

I run with the
dogs of November.
I must work harder,
and always remember,

to see more of my wife,
while there is still time.
When she goes missing,
my life is not worth a dime.

Now the days
and nights pass,
too quickly so
I cannot ask,

about all the
work which
lays ahead.
Necessary for

the survival of
this facility,
which is home
and the livelihood
of the residents.

Out the window,
through the pane,
seeing the storms,
seeing the rain.

Funny in words,
some are so trite,
people out walking.
Somethings not right.

What happens,
your Spirit is gone.
Will you shout
and be all alone?

I've been thinking
about the days of yore,
when our vacations
were at the seaside shore.

Cannon Beach, where
we always went,
to hear the gulls
and the surf, unrelent.

Many memories
as I recall
when we went in August,
not in the Fall.