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Watching for a Memory, and

Supertamp Live in Paris 79.

Pissed, 

while all my dead demons.... 

Litter the floor.

I’m, Having Breakfast in America.

I’m listening to legends. 

While listening for the rustle of wings. 

Hoping before the dawn, 

That solace, will empty my head. 

And I’ll wake .....

Not alone,

within a room.

Where silent tears, have.

Drowned my dreams.... yet,

once again.

Never let your dreams spoil your life!

Just because .....they didn’t happen today. 

There’s always tomorrow. 

And soldiers all know! 

The first rule,

of contact.....

Like all our dreams

It never survives....

Giajl © Jim Love