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Arizona and Texas have more snakes within it's lofty borders than any place on earth, and Lyle led his wife and doggies along the uneven trail, keeping an eye out for rattlesnakes. Not seeing any for about a mile, he relaxed and led the way past brush, sage and boulders too, leading up to the red plateau. Well, they climbed and worked up quite a sweat, until they stood looking around within all directions at thousands upon thousands of Sagauro trees. It was a most beautiful day, the sun was out to play and not a cloud within the skies of blue. Debbie held the poodles close within her loving arms, and making sure the leashes were secure, so the doggies wouldn't stray away and be harmed. Rocky was the white one; he was blind as a bat. Penelope was the grey one, and just as small as the white, and she could jump about three feet up and down and up and down just like a rubber ball. They were both toy poodles, and were oodles of fun when on the run or at play. Mount Lemon with it's picturesque balancing pinnacles loomed just to the east, and the town of Tucson just to the south, and the place was called; Catalina Park. They stayed a while, gazing into infinity, and breathing the warming purity of desert air, just looking down around the valley, and almost expecting to see an indian or two peering from behind the Sogauro trees. Cragy mountains within every direction made them feel secure and happy on this vacation from California's own. After awhile, they started on down another trail that looped around within a grande arc, to return to the parking lot. Lyle still led the way, his beloved wife following with the poodles too. Suddenly, ominously, he stood as if frozen to the ground, his heart beating a staccato rhythm of uneven beats. Debbie wondered why such a big brave man had stopped upon the trail, and then she saw it too; the large Diamondback Rattlesnake just lying there as if unaware, and only about two feet from Lyle's right shoe. Lyle wondered why it didn't coil and strike, like most of them might? Lucky for he, for that snake must have been used to travellers upon the trail and felt no danger whatever. Well, they were a lot more careful after that, and looked ahead with eyes that were aware of everpresent danger. They climbed up the steps into their motorhome, and drove on down the highway. Lyle driving, and Debbie within the copilots seat, their dogs within their laps and enjoying the sights along the way. Lyle mentioned the fabled name of "Tombstone," and she replied, "let's go there?" And so they did, even saw old Boot Hill, infamous for the ending of so many thrills of western men. The town was near the same as it was in the eighteen nineties, of course the streets were now paved, but the boardwalks were there with some wooden replacement beams. The old courthouse was restored and beautiful, quite a refinement within an archaeic town of gunfighters renoun. And of rattlesnakes, there were plenty of them there too along with the ghosts of fallen men, at old Tombstone town. That night back at the RV park, they settled in for a good nights sleep, still thinking of that remarkable day all rolled into one.
Walt Christian Larsen
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WITHIN THE FOOTSTEPS OF JERONIMO
Lyle and Debbie walked and talked within the faded footprints of a remarkable band of indians, led by the famed Geronimo. One couldn't see them of course, but they were aware that they had been there upon the rocky trails and into the great Superstition mountains that rose majestically above Apache Junction. Up the trail they went with their little poodles, just a barking and growling at any imaginary thing. They saw eagles and hawks and owls soaring so far above the lofty pinnacles of reddened rock within mystic shades of blue, drawing them on into the canyons and beyond. They loved the peace and serenity of that fabled place, but alas they couldn't stay, and so as the dying embers of the sun would show, they came on down the mountain and back into their little vacation world. Apache Junction, not far from the old town called; Whiskey Flats, where they say the miners stayed and strayed. It's an old ghost town just down the road and up into the hills to the east. Of course it's not the same as it used to be when the stage and wild horses roamed the land. And so we wish, "happy trails to you"~~~~~~, even though it's now accompanied by asphalt roads and modern automobiles that steal the show within scenes of omnipresence.
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THE CLASS BULLY
I attended public school for a year in nineteen forty eight; it was just across the street from where I lived in Englewood, Colorado. Everything seemed fine at the school on Broadway avenue, until I met someone who seemed very bad and violent too. The class bully was only twelve years old, but he was streetwise and led a band of other boys that picked on the sixth graders, one at a time. His name was Jack, and he had a lack of compassion, and his fashion was to make others suffer at the hand of his gang. No one knew, even he, that he had a malignant and growing brain tumor, and it was probably responsible for his evil ways. He had a pretty girlfriend too, and I guess that she thought that he was quite a man, the way he bulled his way around? He met me by the bathroom door one day, grabbed my skinny arm and pulled me inside where four other boys were waiting. They held me secure against the wall, while he punched me in the stomache a few times. Of course I folded over in pain, and then they let me go with a warning of; "do not tell !" Of course I was scared right to the pit of my stomache and clear out of my wits, and so were my other friends, as Jack did the same to them, one by one. There was a pretty brunette girl in our class. Her name was June Littlehorn; and she was of pure indian descent. Of course I didn't show her my admiration, for I had not as yet learned the art of persuasion. I kind of admired Jack though, because he seemed to know how to handle his girl within worldly ways. Well, the year went by and I was occupied at home doing push ups and pull ups; just anything to encrease my strength, for I fantacized punching him out when I was ready. I realize now that at that time, I probably would never have done it, unless of course it was in self defense and alone without his friends. No one knows the future, and if we knew what was in store, we might live the better. for it was on one of his evil days on the snowbound playground in winter, when he became cruel again within the stain of violence. His gang attacked us with snowballs and with threats of what would happen if we didn't fight back, and so we did. We were outnumbered two to one, and getting plastered, but I threw some snowballs that found their mark on dear old Jack, and he was getting red with rage. This is a true story, and not a tale within imagination. Jack looked sick as he bowed his head and covered his face with his hands, his buddies came running up to surround him and help him home. We were bewildered, by what had happened to this troublemaker; the boy from Hell. GOD loves all of us, and Jack too, and so "why had this happened to him, and was it because of sin," my childlike thoughts? Two weeks later, we were excused from school to go to his funeral. Beautiful touching music was playing at the church; I recall the song of, "Going Home," and I thought, "was he really going home to Heaven or to Eternal Hell?" Jack had lived his life day by day, not aware of the future, and would he have been different if he had known this would be his last year on earth? I still ponder to this day why a boy so young had to die so mysteriously and so very young?
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NEWPORT BEACH
Newport beach, and so easy to reach. It was my favorite place to go to have fun when I was young; and to tread upon the warming sands and to feel the gentle waves lapping across my toes. I used to like to challenge the great big ones and to swim far beyond the breakers with nought a fear within. I would park my little 47 Chevy Club Coupe, down by a small church with a steeple; a landmark, by the way. I might add, "I was poor but also rich in healthl" The town was of renoun and of wealth untold, but still I felt at home. My friends and I even went there at night sometimes, for it was cool at a time like that, as unseen gigantic waves came crashing ashore with a roar. We had heard that John Wayne, the movie star lived nearby and kept his fabled converted navy ship within the slip of the very rich. Times were different then than now, and more innocent as we listened to the songs of the Beachboys on the radio. We thought of the islands about thirty miles across the bay, and "Catalina" came to mind. I would drive about fifty miles from Riverside to get there, my dual pipes bellowing sweet music forth. Then I moved up in style with a 53 Rocket Oldsmobile two door sedan. It had a custom naugahyde interior, dual pipes with a standard shift transmission, and how that car would go, almost like a rocket car it could. And of course I parked it by the beach on a few occasions, even the night I almost drowned on September the 12th of 1956. My friends and I were there as without a care; swimming and snorkeling around beyond the waves at midnights time. On the morrow, I would be inducted into the US Army and flown up to Fort Ord, California near Monterey. Well, the sea was rough, and so everyone but I swam on in to shore. I was having so much fun leaving bright green phosphorescence gleams within my wake, that I didn't realize that I had overstayed my welcome to King Neptune and his riptide ways. No one had ever told me what to do when caught within a riptide, and so I swam the best I could, realizing that I was getting nowhere fast. I finally became exhausted, I couldn't go anymore. My arms and legs felt like mushy lead, and I had to use my head and think of something profound. I was going to drown if I didn't come up something bright within the night. My forlorn and frantic progress had only taken me to where the waves were spilling over and crashing, and I was rolled beneath the waves into a black world. It suddenly occurred to me, "I might live if I just let the ocean have it's way and nought to struggle, only rise to take a gulp of air before I was turned and churned again into the deep." And so that is what I did; when ground into the sand, I would right myself and push up to the surface and take a gulp of air, and an instant later to be engulfed again into a spinning world. I survived the terror of a power that was unimaginable, because of a thought occurring within a young man's mind. I really believe that an Angel put thoughts within my head, when I really didn't know what else to do. I survived, where many had died before at Newport Beach. "Thank you GOD," for I know you care, even though death comes so naturally to all within the wonder of life itself.
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MORPHING
Do you my friend believe in instant love? Well I did, for I was young and naive, and I really thought I loved that golden girl with the most beautiful hair of blonde, the very one that wouldn't have any thing to do with me after our first date to the high school banquet. Instant love is questionable I know and I should have found another one to be sure, for I had noticed many greedy feminine eyes batting within my direction, and I certainly wasn't getting any attention from her, but I asked her for dates and pined and wished the whole year away, graduating and to leaving good old San Pasqual. I even recall the time I was with two other boys, thumbs out, seeking a ride along the road from Escondido to San Pasqual, when who should come driving by? You guessed it, it was that Golden Girl with that wonderful hair, and she wouldn't stop and pick me up. Wow, that hurt my pride. And so next year found me at the college, where I really had my real first heartbreak, and I was beginning to think something was the matter with my style? Two years went by, and I had a job and car, still going to school in Riverside. After a long day at the aircraft plant, I went to bed early. It was dark as ink and about midnight, when I was awakened by a scratching sound upon my bedroom window screen. Certainly, I was puzzled as to why anyone would be waking me like this, and so I got up and dressed and went outside, chills running up and down my back. I couldn't see anything for awhile, until my eyes became accustomned to the dark, and to my complete surprise; to see about five or six mistic figures. Then someone spoke, and I recognized his voice. It was my best friend Mike, and he said that he had brought along someone from the past for me to visit with. She came forward, the one with the golden hair, said that she wanted to see me again, and that she had travelled with her mother from Angwin California. I was awestruck that someone dear from the fragrant past would do such a thing? We all hopped into my oldsmobile and went to the beach. You guessed it, "Newport," and so easy to reach as we rocketed along in my 88. It was a thrill with her sitting next to me and my strong arm around her shoulder and the golden hair spilling down over my arm. About halfway to the beach, she looked up into my eyes and said, "the next one that kisses me is going to be my husband." Now by this time I had grown up a lot, had moved on with my life and had sweet talked many girls. I had changed from my high school days, in other words, "moved on." And so, I never kissed her lips, the very one's at onetime that I had wished for forevermore. Call it "morph," call it what you like, but I now had another dream within my mind, for I was now seeking the most amazing woman in the world. And yes, I found her after another year and clear across the country in Maryland, and to marrying.
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BLACK HISTORY BUDDY
I met a ham radio friend the other day at the local restaurant, and hadn't seen to recognize his face? He said, "hi Walt, and don't you know who I am?" The black friendly face looked somewhat familiar, but it still was a mystery unto I, and then he spoke the name of "Nate," and then I recognized him and I knew that something was very wrong, for he was thin and bald with stains of pain within his eyes. Chemotherapy makes him weak, as a healing he must seek, and every day is a new torment within worry for someone who's always earned his way from night to day within the aerospace industry. Poor friend Nate, and I hope him well within his fight to be healed and to live and enjoy the days upon the land of his birth. There are those of us; your friends that are praying for you buddy. Please get well~~~~~~~~~~~.wcl
RUDY
I've read somewhere that there are Angels within human form still walking among us, sharing and caring. The six foot four loner and uncommonly handsome. He was an Indian fellow and a true christian and then some within glinted gleams of humanity. PFC Rudy was a one of a kind of fellow within the confines of the military barracks, and this included everywhere he went around Washington DC. Alas for he; for there were those whom would oppose the young man, as evil always finds a way to spoil the day, to bring sadness and dismay to nice people unto this very day. There were bullies too; brutes whom would taunt at him for his purity of soul, and of his uniqueness and loneliness. That terrible loner seemed all alone, and why didn't he strike back at them with his towering strength, this was my question? He just turned the other cheek, as the Bible says it so, never looking back with anger. If there are Angels walking among us as our guests, he would be my guess?
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OF THE UNEXPLAINED
The invisible miraculous conduit, and could I be connected again to it's mystic threads, so intermittantly~~~~~~~~~splayed~~~~~~~~ into fates realities? The gift is suddenly and mysteriously gone~~~~~and where? Then, it is there as if I'm aware of it's fabled proximity. I accept with indifference the acceptance within it's trance like incision, as if in vision; the unexplained, the dance~~~~~~~with butterflies, as thoughts are taught unto the willing with thrilling sensations~~~~~~~of the unexplained, raining~~~~~~~~and taking away the pain of worldly co-exhistence within noughts resistance. And I must say, "I accept." Walt Christian Larsen All Rights Reserved:
HARLEY DAVIDSON
Cancer took him, sadly I can still see him; astride his Harley, that image strong and vibrant, his red beard flowing, the boasting~~~~~~~~~~the friendliness, indifference and the ugliness of his sins of demented satyre; his way of having fun as had his way of playing slighted tricks. He did me wrong with that knowing glance of disgust with a smirk of mischevious myrth, and I didn't need "enemies," For I had needs~~~~~~~too, for social grace as he disced~~~~~~~~me from behind the scenes with sneers unto his peers. Still, I can see him as he makes fun of my religion and then some, until he became silent forevermore at the tender age of thirty one. I've never done him wrong, the one who rode his Harley Davidson to work. I can visualize his smiling~~~~~~~~~~face, and I cry out~~~~~~~~~, "dear LORD, why? WCL All Rights Reserved:
WORD SMYTHING
Although some may nought agree, I see and perceive it so; that "word smything" is something powerful, can be wonderful or terrible. A visionary twist of the tongue, as the world turns, the crafted vocabulary burning the hole into discovery within the twist of syllables and to erase~~~~~~~~~ a phrase or two of thought processes, as word smything~~~~~~ brings something finite within incredible osmosis into this little community of perceivement where those of artistic achievements may consider the meter and the flow~~~~~ as purest waters go their way into the displacement of many grains of sand within poetry land. Some would oppose word smything~~~~~~ and it's a thing that's tried within the fires of poetic desires within a troubled world where some don't give a darn for mere words, or where some believe that you might move a mountain.
FROM 17 TO 70
KE6ZLY, and why do I recall those days of bitter sweet, where poets meet? Someone from the past that sticks within memory, for he's one of a kind as I sift and sort within recollections. He's one of those fellows at seventy that hikes into the wilderness, and cruises within canoes those great rivers swift. He keeps going and going like the "energizer rabbit" does, this son of someone significant from days of yore where I've gone before and when heard the "thundering hooves of the Great Horse Silver." It was 1950 and the radio ruled the universe as my mind visualizes~~~~~~~~~
faces and traces of happiness when the young were at their best of our generation with a lasting inspiration. That was when I first met Glenn within the quaint San Pasqual Valley of the township of Escondido. KE6ZLY is his ham radio call letters, and quietly seen standing beside the antique International truck with a grease stained wrench within his teenage hand, as he paused~~~~~~~ from his work to smile and talk awhile beneath the California Sun. Glenn Paden's face is recognizable even though the years have flown~~~~~~~~~; for he's one that's good and kind, and unspoiled it seems.wcl
ROLLIN DUST
So succubus; it consumns us, and it's the dust I trust that has needs~~~~~~ too, for it's minute particles are the very articles becoming entombed within too soon, combined, entwined within it's grip within myriads of combinations, and needing their home and a shelter as if helter skelter. That rollin dust eternally seeps~~~~~~ into wanton heat wave rave, and so boldly written~~~~~~~ within the wind and across the desert plain within it's sullen rain in pain.wcl
JUST FOR AWHILE
Nothing lasts~~~~~ forever, and he loved debauchery and drink until~~~~~~~ he couldn't think, and then life became boring to the greatest writer of his time. And just for that, he blew~~~~~ his brains to Hell within the bellow of the bile of a blast~~~~~~, and to of tearing out the brain where red blood rained~~~~~~~~ down upon the scene. Hemingway's loquacious ways and whiles are heard forevermore within brilliant metaphors within literature that was given as a gift for just awhile~~~~~~~~~~.wcl
It's Independence day and we celebrate for freedoms sake, hoping~~~~~~~~~~~ to nought hear of deeds in terror, as I observe~~~~~~~~~ the grey white clouds, covering the horizon and obscuring~~~~~~ the non enduring baby blue, bringing~~~~~~~ too some cooling~~~~~, for there must be storms in turbulence beyond the border where terrorists long to cross, and we hold our breath, listening~~~~~~~ to the news within the new Millennium.wcl
HE'S GONE
Gone and into the air as if 'twas debonnaire, and he flew~~~~~ as if he knew not too, the danger there, as if unaware. Into the canyons and to soaring~~~~~~~~~ within large balloons, and without his highs, life would have been boring. And of course, doctor's have their expensive toys to enjoy within fair weather, and so why nought he spread his feathers? Doctor Hedgeco loved to fly into those Tehachapi's, and will be recalled and perceived like he would want to be. Sailplanes, airplanes and balloons; he would swoon as if longing~~~~~~ always for fabled craters of the Moon. Alas, he flew too low, he crashed and burned~~~~~~~ leaving us as memory turns~~~~~~~~.
THE OMEN
Amen~~~~~~, and it was an OMEN~~~~~~~~~, for little birds seemed nought afraid and it 'twas no dream it seemed as I reached out my hand to feathers blue of the tiny tot Hummingbird, and astonishingly it too reached out to I, to nibble the tip of my outstreatched finger, as if to linger without fear, for GOD is near and it was an OMEN. Thursday was a day we tried to sing, but we cried instead, just overcome with words belonging from the love of JESUS said in song. Friday came~~~~~~~~, and was when the OMEN 'twas, and birds seemed nought afraid. There were two little doves and one tiny Hummingbird. I can't explain the wonder there, 'nor will I complain how magic came to be, for it must have been a miracle the way they were, as if nought aware of danger there.wcl
1935-2000
VICTOR KNOLTY DDS, classmate 1954
Coming back to the class of nineteen fifty four just five years a go, and I walked~~~~~ softly beneath the tall Euclayptus trees among the gathering alumnai at the green valley of San Pasqual. It was then when I saw someone from the past along the path. It was doctor Victor Knolty DDS, and it was more than a guess. Well, of course we talked awhile of the distant past, but alas, when it came to now, he seemed so sad as he said, "I've retired from my Dentistry because of health." Just the other day, I looked him up on the Internet to see if he might be listed, and of course he was, as I read~~~~~~~~~ with lamenting his sad "OBITUARY."wcl
OPERA SINGER
She is extraordinary; as 'twas lintened in unto "genius," and lo and behold, from one poor peasants soul, for I do love the voice and forgive me for weeping~~~~~~~~ with utmost joy for that which I was seeking~~~~~~~, for I was condemned to sleep, and for that I must weep~~~~~~~~~~. Her magnificant, so significant control is awesome~~~~~~ as the Possum awakes~~~~~~~~ from his dream like state of lethargy, and to be alerted to the sweetest music there, as if he before 'twas nought aware. "Ave-Maria," and the contralto soprano voice reigns~~~~~~~ supreme as sweet music rains~~~~~~~~~ down from heavenly portals, just for a select few of mortals whom are designed and alligned within that kind of compensation.wcl
THE SPA
Heated awe inspiring enzymes from the Sun, and then to quench the skin into pure chilling waters of the magnificant spa. It feels~~~~~~ so good and I'm always in the mood within the summer heat. A thrill, is to bake and chill, and it feels like I am glowing~~~~~~~~ with health, and knowing that the enzymes are absorbing into me.wcl
GODLY MAN
Everyone loved that old man, and I was just seventeen when the beloved pastor said, "I think you could do it;" to be a pastor. My grades were not up to par, and I didn't feel the part, but I said, "thank you sir," to the one and only Elder Marshall. Then the years flew by to two decades, and I had a family of five when we met again at Bakersfield. I could never forget his loving words, way back in "53," that meant a lot to me. Those twenty years and as he looked at me, alas and I felt ashamed~~~~~~~~~~ that I had nought inclined within the expectations of one Godly man.
KEEP DRIVING IF YOU WANT TO LIVE
Oh, I cannot lie, and what does one feel when known their about to die? My swift reaction was to keep driving like race car drivers do on the track, even though the odds were finitely thin indeed at way past midnight. Of course I was terrified, but the WILL to live was strong, even though I was in the wrong, driving on with sleeplessness until I went off the hairpin curve past boulders seen~~~~~~~~~ flashing past the windows, and down the steep incline in nineteen fifty five. Why me, the cat with at least four or more lives? And yes, I've used up three as I ponder of what's special about me? Oh, I'm nought complaining as the love of GOD is raining~~~~~~~ from the Heavens. WCL
JIM MAUPIN of Lancaster, California
The infinite kiss of more than half a century of wedded bliss, as this auld world turns~~~~~~~~~ as the Mojave wind blows~~~~~~~ knowingly across the plain. I recall him vividly, for there was something about Jim that's still instilled within this place as we recall his kindly face, the one that was honest true and nought pretentious into the very core of his mortal being. He only knew truth as it appears, and for that alone his peers and friends are lonesome too, and long to see him more than once again beyond the "great resurrection." It's comforting to know that he knew the LORD.wcl
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RALPH WALDO EMERSON; the great american poet of the nineteenth century
ROBERT BROWNING; English Poet extraordinaire.
ELIZABETH BARRET BROWNING; The remarkable english poetess.
The remarkable cripple yearns~~~~~~~ for unrelenting themes of unrequittable love, for she is the prisoner of the castle by a fathers own will within ownership. The poet Robert Browning found her, possessed her very soul with the exchange of love sonnets, and she flew~~~~~~ the coop and into his arms too, to the land of France with him. This was one of the most touching love stories of all time. wcl
Poor little lost girl; JANICE JOPLIN "rock star"
My cousin Sonny, worked on Wilshire Boulevard as a Mortician where many celebrities are interred. It was his job to place the remains of "Janice" into the oven, and so he did, and later on he cremated "Oscar Levant," the famous Hollywood musician.
BOGIE
"Free as a Bird" I painted this in 1986 "nothing outstanding"
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STEVEN CRANE; brilliant poet of the Bowery. "Red Badge of Courage" made him famous, and he accomplished so very much within his brief sojourn on earth. He died in 1900 at the age of twenty nine. He is remembered for special words of, "Oh Woe is Me" and "Alas"
ANTIQUE ELEVATOR OPERATOR
He was danish and proud of his fabled genetics. He was the Great Grandson of the one and only "Father of Europe;" KING CHRISTIAN 1X of the danish throne. Now he was just the poor elevator operator, who opens the door at the first floor, 1928 is dawning at the medical universities fabled awnings, among students persuing~~~~~~~~ the very highest degrees just before the Great Depression became in session. How odd of course, as no one seemeth aware of his dreams or gifts instilled it seems, for he was just a common clod to they as climbed~~~~ their lofty ladder rungs within classrooms, however never having room for time for his kind within recesses of superior mind. He wanted more, so the poor elevator operator closed~~~~~~~ the metal door at the end of the weary day and for the very last time, for he felt betrayed within his super sensitivities, and he was just a human too and wanted to be accepted like any christian should or could. Well~~~~~~~~ you may have guessed that he left~~~~~~ the church and yes his wife, then took up with smoking, drinking and such. He called those hyprocrites and vipers whom could nought accept his humanity. Monday morning came as if in mourning as the students walked the stairs as became aware of he nought being there. The antique elevator seemed so forlorn and silent within it's solitude of succubus~~~~~~~~ as if it knew indeed of deeds deemed in painfulness, as some of those students pondered if he might be ill or dead instead? Two more days of slowly treading stairs, and then a new employee seemed staring at them; someone obscure and dumb, just someone bold enough and needed too to help them on their way to wealth untold. He had always understood that this was the place for training Missionaries, and why didn't someone tell him the truth as so perceived?
CALLOUSED FINGERS
Alas and Woe was she; poor, poor ma ma too didn't know what to do, for she was a woman scorned~~~~~~~~~ and nought adorned of love with husbandly care, and she would grovel too often to, to keep her children fed within those hill topped university medical facilities.' The futility of fifty cents an hour meant double shifts with endless duties for a woman without degree of circumstance. Not often well and had those terrifying spells~~~~~~~~ that I recall as such with rush~~~~~~~~ as memory lingers of those beloved calloused fingers. 'Twas lost~~~~~~~~, those pristeen looks so very young, and so she dressed the part of auld as if to fit into the category of the old. She never left her children even though she knew nought just what to do? Poor, poor ma ma too, had it hard for times were tough for us near those I suppose were nought aware or didn't care as such, as now I pause, linger awhile to view within my memory those beloved calloused fingers. WCL
SITTING BULL; the great Lakota chief that engineered the dimese of General Custer and his band at the Little Big Horn, Montana.
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