Mar 15, 2014

RECALLING


The morning sun shines across our povershised and blighted town


Sometimes l have difficulty remembering 2014 but
1974 , starting out in the Boxing games is like a fresh memory.

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WHAT`S SO WRONG, WITH SHALOM FOR ALL.

  God loves a lullaby In a mother's tears in the dead of night Better than a Hallelujah sometimes God loves the drunkard's cry The s...

MAYBE WE WON`T MEET AGAIN

. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"