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I sorted photos into the one-number hours Alone in the circle of the desk lamp I examined what was, the when and where Of times now faded..

If you meet a man watching his shadow Remembering when it was shared And if he tells of wayward wonders Of love and loss and longing T..

The first time I said, “I love you,” You looked at me with confusion “Of course you do,” you told me, “I wo..

Spring has come upon the land And trees are publishing new leaves The transformation comes in green And the sky has shed its grey. Tho..

If thoughts could be felt And feelings perceived, To contemplate instinct And doubts were believed If experience knew fate And dest..

Her smile was as false as a warm winter day As coy little words were pushed over her tongue Like spring sparlings just learning to fly And ..

There is a place where little girls go Although they never know the way Like bread crumbs from the tale of old They leave giggles and Bar..

I think of you once a day . . . All day. With Kodak precision You return to me to force a smile. The funny way you jumped When excite..

It was about sharing In those days punctuated with laughter Sharing a promise and a pillow Undoubting and bedwarm secure. We shared..

It wasn’t supposed to be that way By the standards set by others It simply wasn’t normal But we embraced the dawn Wi..