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My Dad
Born 1918
Died 1971
Husband, Dad,
Farmer and Humanitarian

September 11, 2001

a sweet girl was murdered
young and so beautiful.
lost to us but found once again by our loving Father.

I couldn't help myself this is the same poem as my SORRY it was done with a dear friend who reined me in while working on SORRY hehe ....but I cut the reigns and allowed my pen to flow without restraint this time around!...Death is so very sad...and to those left behind sorry truly doesn't seem to be enough..sorrow what a deal

This is a favorite delusion of mine.................

I wrote this in my darker days in high school...

another cumulative effort with a dear friend "Jo-Al" ...I had to be reined in so as not to get too deep right D hehe...is there such a thing I wonder??...as always I am unsure but I do know that sometimes sorry doesn't feel like enough!
what a deal!

I was in Seepunt, Cape Town, SA at that time: the seagulls never slept ...

Inspired by a critique I had written.

10/02/01