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 One More Job Love 2/27/2017
 You Will Array Inspirational Poems 2/26/2017
 Loves'Grace Love 2/25/2017
 I Shall Stay Love 2/23/2017
 Of My Love Love 2/21/2017
 Blooms For Me Life 2/21/2017
 Hypnotized Insight 2/20/2017
 All The Night Life 2/20/2017
 For Your Care Inspirational Poems 2/20/2017
 Capture My Soul Love 2/20/2017
 Who Knows When Life 2/19/2017
 I Will Abide Life 2/18/2017
 The New Frontier Love 2/18/2017
 Love It Too Love 2/18/2017
 Down My Face Love Gone Bad 2/16/2017
 Properly Atone Life 2/15/2017
 A Neophyte Life 2/15/2017
 Love The Ride Life 2/14/2017
 A Short Leap Life 2/13/2017
 Your Way Insight 2/12/2017
 What Is Real Insight 2/12/2017
 Likely Logos Love Gone Bad 2/12/2017
 Be Alone Fantasy Poems 2/11/2017
 Have and Hold Love 2/10/2017
 America Great Again Life 2/9/2017
 Do No Harm Insight 2/8/2017
 Best Is Smart Insight 2/7/2017
 Spend The Night Love 2/6/2017
 We'll Embrace Love 2/5/2017
 Faith In God Inspirational Poems 2/5/2017
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One More Job

Going through a dresser draw, when it came into view.
Somewhat crumpled black and white of me kissing you.
You had on a poodle dress and your new saddle shoes.
Blouse was such a perfect fit, just the one I'd choose.

I sat myself upon the bed, the photo in my hand.
Let my thoughts drift back in time, it was grand.
Tight pegged pants, black leather jacket, DA hair.
My Zippo lit my cigarette, smoke drift filled the air.

The forty-fives were spinning, Elvis singing the song.
May have been a Hound Dog nothing could go wrong.
Dancing in the dark, doing stroll, lindy, cha cha, sloop.
My heartbeat dances to the sound, music never stop.

Lights are off, room is dark, you light up my thought.
What happened long time ago memory has brought.
So I look at the photo one last time, sigh then sob.
Cigarette now finished, for the Zippo one more job.


“My heartbeat dances to the sound”

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