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I too dream of love's austere and lovely offices

my dear Mr. Hayden who

1) is so very melancholy

3) yet each dream I blindly dream

for me remains forever

in black and white

can you guess why?

Long ago my father was lain to die

4) due to that fact my frail father

I never knew

his temper is now my own

his legacy yet

2) folly

5) I breath and live thanks to the receive meant of his

blood and I watch intently as all his dreams pass

through me like the wind on a chilly night

6) feeling my imagination giving me a seasoned see er's

sight

7) though for all of 26 months he knew me

him I can not truthfully say that I recall

8) but I carry within myself forever a piece of his parental spirit

to pick me up should I ever again fall

(written Sept 27,1992 am)