To: Gerald Paul Koocher with love
Oh the horrible, agonizing and tortuous pain.
Tears float in the bubbles at the bottom of my champagne.
Head throbs and pounds, his voice I hear resounds.
No more my dear will I ever be around.
A life without you, oh my love what shall I do?
Every morning I wake it hurts to go the day through.
I feel as though someone has punched me in the stomach.
And the climb up ahead is a mountain formed from a hummock.
Everything hurts and every bone in this body is sore.
A life without you is just one ongoing chore.
They say that time shall heal all that pains.
But this body has been depleted and every ounce of it drains.
There is nothing left of me no more.
I'm in pieces and scattered all over the floor.
My body is just a cumbersome weight that I carry.
And my mind is feathered and tarry.
You've taken the heart, so here, have the rest of it too....
Because it shall do me no good, a life without you.
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abrasive pain . . .
a pearl with rare quality.
You'd be a precious neighbor.
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Beware.
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I picked up a 'signed' book from past.
I asked Lady Borton to speak with me.
It was BC (pre-computer days for me.
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SENSING the ENEMY - Lady Borton`
I will reread this after your expressions
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She wrote legibly.
My Mom and PA?
Ay such fine scrip.
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Lady Borton -
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For Art
Who's been there
Who cares and
Who with his own life works
To make the Life of Vietnamese
More peaceful
In appreciation
from
Lady
October 1988
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O My. These old book popped up on the book shelf. Whole I was away six weeks . . .
My daughter cleaned.
She rummaged around.
She from my wood-shop.
If I stop blogs I hang out.
My life has so changed.
I try to be a centenarian.
We heal with green tea.
Think upon noble stuff.
See Beauty.
Ponder Good.
I gone on/on.
That's FOR:
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a reason . . .
Fellowship Of Reconciliation.
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I better google Lady Borton.
She what I sense`Lovely.
I CA Ya say`O Darling.