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Change the words upon the plate,
for many may be hard to abrogate,
mean they naught, to you and I,
as they gallop across the sky.
What to do? Where do you go,
confused by hate? I don't know.

When your Soul falls from grace,
slow down and change your pace.
Change the rhythm, change the beat.
Try hard to win and avoid defeat.

I miss you so,
though you're here with me.
Where's your mind now,
in this your life's fantasy?

What do you do,
when you are in bed
and discover something sleeping
near your head?
Two small Panda toys,
are bears my wife enjoys.
What am I to say or do,
for I know they bring joy to you?

Across all the lakes and waters,
fog arises, to begin it's quest,
to cover the plants and tree limbs
with a wetness and to rest
upon the limbs, bare in Winter.

Latent beauty, is always found,
when in the area of Puget Sound.
Look for it near and far.
See the Mountain, in glorious white,
what a picture it is to me.
When the skies clear of rain
and we enjoy our Mountain view, again.

Into the void of darkest space
to escape this life
to another place.
Where do you go, when in flight,
for there is nothing to see
in our clouded sight.
Off we go, as said before,
out to the desert,
to the space port, a door
into the heavens on rockets bright.
Go now young people
enjoying your pioneering flight.

Do we talk?
Do we care?
Do we balk,
At our despair?
What say you,
Oh foolish one,
My life's over
Yours just begun.

Please don't get upset with me,
when I tell you what I see.
I should have learned, so long ago,
a discussion is not the place to go.

The Frost has covered,
limbs, weeds and grass,
while nipping at new growth
of daffodils in flower beds.
The grape hyacinth, once tall,
have been nipped to the ground,
by the resident rabbit

The dog was young,
with a nose,
both wet and runny.
Pet me now,
rub my tummy,
wipe my nose,
all wet and runny.

Strangers we are once again.
You were my closest friend.
All the socializing of the past,
disappeared. My was it fast.