Relief – A call
Supper has passed –
not eaten – because of a call
my Daughter
Melanie, made, that would end it all,
all that, the
above rhyme, was created on.
It is now over –
the pain – she made it, it’s all gone.
A happier man, now
am I
I can now see a
bluer sky !
Not lost, in a
bluer I
B. J. “A” 2
June
3rd 2004
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