Oct 11, 2021

 "In this post Christian society,still sending about academic privilege to a society that moved to another postal address."



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Wherе was I when childhood died And manhood came to take me...

Days of ice creams, chilly waters in the middle of summer, soul music playing loud enough to hear but not intrusive, paddling a boat. Lookin...

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"