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Cover Me Up

“Home was a dream, one I’d never seen, until you came along...”

There’s something special about words, which are mixed with music and tied to a memory/emotion/feeling.

I imagine myself singing in front of crowds, I also imagine myself singing in empty space, both are special.

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Simple Wish...

Earlier this evening, my brother asked me if I still performed poetry. As I looked at his message, I tried to remember the last time I saw his face within the crowd of anything which I was a part of,

Palm Trees...

One of my sisters lives in Poland and she requested, some time back, that I send her pictures of California, she said she wanted sunshine and palm trees. IF you know me, you know I've been racking my