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Few things can put a smile on your face like a cupcake. Just ask this cutie!

You said to me,
I said to you,
That life can be,
So untrue.
Not the way we
Meant it to be.
Harmony will soon
Be the newest tune.
Run from here,
If you still can,
For here he comes,
The Flim Flam Man.

The wind swirls around my neck,
As I walk, in the early dawn.
The coffee that I drank
Is not keeping me warm.
Pulling my hoody over my head;
Tying the string, under my chin,
Will curb the outside chill,
But not the chill within.
The fear, I feel, is by my side,
Every night and every day.
All I can do now, is to pray
To God, that the disease will go away.
I know it won't but I must try
And I must not let her see me cry.

Out of the window, I do gaze.
The amount of rain falling, does amaze.
Sounds of rain, on roof and gutter,
Tend to make me mutter,
About the quantity of rain I see,
Providing to the flowers and tree.
The results of this water downpour,
Should provide, for Spring flowers, galore.

My heart is broken.
Split in two,
When I realize,
I'm losing you.
You've lost your memory,
I did too,
While losing our history,
What to do?
There is a theory,
Told to who?
About regaining reverie,
That's not true.

Of snakes, dragons and dinosaurs,
Those tales of old, that are no more.
To have walked once, where they trod,
Would be an experience so very odd.
Just imagine, if you will, in your mind
If you could see them all, one at a time.

The sins of our past,
Have now come to rest,
In the minds, deepest core,
No matter the reason why
Or what has happened then.
Those thoughts will now leave
As our long journey ends.

There was a time, that I do recall.
It may have been Winter or the Fall.
Coming home late, in early morning hours,
It was beginning to rain, more like showers.
The oldest son, had a newspaper route,
So I decided to wake him and help out.
The papers were delivered to our front door,
So I brought them in, to lay on the floor.
Folding the papers, to protect from the rain,
Was the routine, that I did now maintain.
I was down on my knees, this early day,
When my wife's voice, I heard say,
"What do you think you're doing there?"
My reply was, "Taking our son on his route."
Her voice came back to me, "In your suit?"
My response, not the best, "It's a classy neighborhood."
Out on the route, I took our young son,
Delivering papers, until it was done.
Back to the house, to shower and change
And drive back to work, in my mélange.
As I recall that there was no discussion
For the next several days.

A yellow Kangaroo, a purple kid,
Makes me wonder, what Mom did.
The next thing, I expect to see?
A polka dotted Zebra, in front of me.