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Shit Aaron. How're things? Haven't heard from you in forever.

Where I live right now doesn't have computer access, but in a couple weeks I should at my new house, so we'll have to catch up!
,Jo

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You may read this, you may not. I miss you, son, and wish you'd return my calls. It was a cold October night not long ago that you were ripped from my life. Every October is a reminder to me of the night I came home from school to find you gone. I know it was not your doing nor could I blame you for the heartache I suffered these 12 years since. I walked up to the front door of our house that evening, I remember the sleet stinging my face. "There shouldn't be too many trick-or-treaters tonight," I thought as two little witches followed me onto the stoop, and waited patiently as I turned the key in the lock, eyes gleaming from the supressed excitement for the anticipated sweets I would momentarily be dropping into their plastic pumpkins. I shot a quick glance over my shoulder at the proud parents, waiting with a watchful eye from the sidewalk a few steps back. "Hi Ruthie," I said, grasping for the bowl of candy set waiting by the door. I assumed your mother had taken you out to cash in on the nights prizes, but as I dropped my backpack inside of the door, I noticed the cats had not come to greet me at the door. Looking around, I noticed that the cats were not the only thing missing, there were pictures taken from the walls, and rushing around, there were clothes missing from the closet... The door. There were more visitors ringing the doorbell now... I made my way back to the door, eyes starting to well. Sitting there in the doorway that night, I realized that my life would never be the same again. I sat, the sleet heavier now, as the crowds thinned, and my eyes gushed. The neighbors would have a lot to say behind their closed doors. I didn't care, I had lost my son that night. The only one that I thought I'd ever have. My heart had been ripped out, and nothing could shame me into the house to face the emptiness that the house would haunt me with until they kicked me out.
My cell number has never changed, and you can always reach me here. Happy birthday, and I miss you.

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Lather was thirty years old today,

They took away all of his toys.

His mother sent newspaper clippings to him,

About his old friends who'd stopped being boys.

There was Harwitz E. Green, just turned thirty-three,

His leather chair waits at the bank.

And Seargent Dow Jones, twenty-seven years old,

Commanding his very own tank.

But Lather still finds it a nice thing to do,

To lie about nude in the sand,

Drawing pictures of mountains that look like bumps,

And thrashing the air with his hands.



But wait, oh Lather's productive you know,

He produces the finest of sound,

Putting drumsticks on either side of his nose,

Snorting the best licks in town,

But that's all over...



Lather was thirty years old today,

And Lather came foam from his tongue.

He looked at me eyes wide and plainly said,

Is it true that I'm no longer young?

And the children call him famous,

And the old men call him insane,

And sometimes he's so nameless,

That he hardly knows which game to play...

Which words to say...

And I should have told him, "No, you're not old."

And I should have let him go on...smiling...babywide.

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Sometimes there's a time you must say goodbye
Though it hurts you must learn to try
You know I never wanted to let you go
But I know anywhere you go
You'll never be far
'Cause like the light of a bright star
You'll keep shining in my life
You're gonna be right

Here in my heart
That's where you'll be
You'll be with me
Here in my heart
No distance can keep us apart
Long as you're here in my heart

Won't be any tears falling from these eyes
'Cause a son's true love never dies
It stays alive forever
Time can't take away what times we had
I will remember our time together
You might think our time is through
But I'll still have you

Here in my heart
That's where you'll be
You'll be with me
Here in my heart
No distance can keep us apart
Long as you're here in my heart

I know we'll be close again
And 'till then
My love is waiting

Here in my heart
That's where you'll be
You'll be with me
Here in my heart
No distance can keep us apart
Long as you're here in my heart

Here in my heart
That's where you'll be
You'll be with me
Here in my heart
No distance can keep us apart
Long as you're here in my heart

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Dear Son,

If I could I would

change your world for you~

I’d turn the key and set you free,

to play on earth’s green land with me

Dear Son,

If I could I would

take your hand and flee

We’d ride the clouds,

and slide on rainbows~

laughing with eternity

Dear Son,

There’s not a single day,

and not a breath I take~

when you are not on my mind,

within the days that I partake

Dear Son,

If I could I would

give your dreams the key~

I’d take your weary place instead,

with your hand reaching out to me.

Dear Son,

We can, and we will take heart,

for there is Someone who is near,

indwelling in your life too,

not asking I exchange with you

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I got a little black book with my poems in.
Got a bag, got a toothbrush and a comb.
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone.
I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on.
Got those swollen hands blues.
Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from.
I got electric light,
And I got second sight.
Got amazing powers of observation.
And that is how I know,
When I try to get through,
On the telephone to you,
There'll be nobody home.
I got the obligatory Hendrix perm,
And the inevitable pinhole burns,
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt.
I got nicotine stains on my fingers.
I got a silver spoon on a chain.
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.
I've got wild, staring eyes.
And I got a strong urge to fly,
But I got nowhere to fly to ...fly to... fly to... fly to.
Ooooo Babe,When I pick up the phone,
There's still nobody home.
I got a pair of Gohill boots,
And I got fading roots.

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