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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.

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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.

The dangling participle,
is what was said,
while I was writing
my story instead

I don't like it,
I never will,
when I see all
of the mentally ill.

The Residents, I know,
I know them still,
they are nice.
yet they are ill.

What kind of World
can this be,
when we live in
a mental society?

If I walk away,
showing no concern,
my Soul will heat up,
providing a damaging burn.

I cannot walk away.
I will not leave.
My commitment to her,
wedding vows to achieve.

In sickness and health,
a vow I once made,
is my goal to achieve,
I will not be afraid.

Streaks of light,
Lightning flashed,
mars my senses and
my soul is bashed.

Upward she went,
as if a kite on a string.
Soaring towards the heavens,
then the kite began to sing.

Sing of a lost, unrequited love.
Sing of those high in the trees.
Sighing of another one,
singing words in a breeze.

How do you believe
in such a weird thing,
allowing it to take flight,
floating like a bird on the wing?