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For Her. And she will know who she is. I hope. I long to read this to her one day.

As a young boy, I loved so much walking in a snow storm.

I do write an occasional piece of erotica. Not to racy though.

Driving to church today, I saw this man. And couldn't wait to write about him.

I told someone special that I would tell her a bed time story. Here it is. Silly, simple and hopefully with a good heart.

This is my second book or compilation of poetry. Enjoy

This was a slow and very painful birth.

Deeply Blue black sky. God exhales. Kites fly from the trees. The whole world whistles. As the whole of land breathes. Dark now comes the wind...

I need her. From o so far away she calls to my soul. Reaching down to depths of my heart. Laying bare that which is dead. With a touch she bring..

Just an image that got stuck in my head about a day ago.