Jun 7, 2014

what time was l up

what the freck
was l doing walking at 03 49
this morning

The birds were singing, the railway workers coal blasting the lines,
 Police came along,
weather was hot and sunny
l am falling asleep as l type
life it a funny ole game.

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Not everything ends with my observations...

Found that it  really good self care to listen to your gut. like spiritual discernment internally...`Hell what does a northern white kid now...

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"