George otto Becker Biography

Oh silent wanderer tell me what you see.
How I question the looks in your eyes.
For your looks are the only thing I can't read.
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We were placed so carefully underneath the blue Texas sky.
You and I.
We grew together In the springs sunny glow in a blue green field of blue bonnet's.
We ran and we shouted.
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Alongside this one days I spent.
His mind about himself and the folks he misled.
The lies he spoke and the fools who fled.
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Beneath the earthen sky we were known.
Amongst all the animals we do roam.
The critters skitter along the shores where waters do foam.
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Alone I sit upon my chair.
Blankly at my pen I do stare.
On the paper my words are there.
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