Jul 28, 2024

Stuck…..here!

 

Sometimes ill health is like a prison.
Want to be out.
Want better, want different.
Stuck in a place where can’t get out.
Today has been one of those days.
Suppose that’s simply being ill.
That’s all that’s wrong with myself
Ok you’re right…..one of the things wrong.

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WHAT`S SO WRONG, WITH SHALOM FOR ALL.

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. . . 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"