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when sad

I think to myself

well

I still have my M.A.K.

I will always have him

even when hes not here

for he is the breath

that never leaves my body

and the warmth that never

lets my spirit chill

I see him why even in the

winter's coldest , dullest day

brightening up my memories

forever still

he lives on in me

there for

even when I feel so very cold

and dead inside

like now

I know I am not

as through his great love

I continue on

so to get beyond

this so bleak and dreary now..........

(Dec. 1, 1999)