Back from hostile places, Recycled home I stay
Tommorrow's the twelfth, Hey it's your day
Dutifully, Because Hey thats me
I'll go light a candle, But in its light I wont see
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Ahhh, Dennis...They say that somewhere out there...is that one person for each of us...that lights the fire that never extinguishes...that warms the heart, and the very cockles of one's soul...This piece you have so eloquently penned...vividly depicts this amorous ''alleged''fact! Solid Write, my friend...Good to see you back in the saddle on PH! ~F j R~
Beautiful words Dennis...so poignant...leaves me with the hope that one day she will be what is wanted...inspiring..thank youFi