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I come on line here
and there awaits
anticipation.
I know it isn't to come
yet I still wait for
at least an echo
Alas I wait in vain
for those smooth flowing lines
from that transplanted yankee
but I Stiil wait
*It will be a while before I come to full realization of Lonnie no longer dropping by here....or anywhere
raj
7 years 4 months ago
Stan
Your sentiments have found a vent in your verses. Hope it helped to some extent.
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scribbler
7 years 4 months ago
Hi raj
Esker and Lonnie were here before I came and it just doesn't feel right without them
raj
7 years 4 months ago
Stan
I can sense what you are feeling...
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lovedly
7 years 3 months ago
how will you feel stan
when you and I were
dawn to dawn
man
when I am also gone
say my ''obituary''
now when alive
eulogy would have no meaning
anyhow
loved was!!!!ZZZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz.........>>>>>>
scribbler
7 years 3 months ago
Hi Loved
The thing about Lonnie was I never even knew he was sick. But you talk about being on the edge so much for so long that one doesn't know what is truly happening lol
lovedly
7 years 3 months ago
lol stan
at our age
we have some or the other ailment
may not be instant but....
heaven knows
poets only compose...
I ain't that sick
but still u never know
scribbler
7 years 3 months ago
Poets compose
right up until they decompose..............