We, the same from and of flesh and pumping blood,
our skin sweating in touch, together, the scent
was always the same,
you and I, one younger, one older,
the way it was meant to be,
in fights and tears and pup-tent shared lamp-lit fears,
we rolled our heads beneath the stars above
upon the grassy knolls, our pillows kept,
not ever knowing that one of us would be
covered beneath the soily breath,
the one of one of us, still left,
watering the fields of your footsteps,
now dressed up as dreamy memories,
the tossing heart of guilt and pleads,
for just one more day, ******! -one more
day...
I had still some things,
I wanted to say.
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My schoolmate Tim and I both lost out brother Mikeys.
This poem is for them.

Not a good

Gov. Pillen signs emergency declaration to facilitate National Guard

Watch the ham radio tv four letter acronyms

The rest is patterning a campaign trail

Follow the loathed into Meghan Henderson yucky mucky Mississippi disdainfuls

Mikeys obidieoh wants her home

Miley ill play a song ifn you can

Killin time

Neon moon?

Albert and bb king fancied the country jazz leering in at em from that side of a country

Stevie crawled up to it on occasion

I had to go with Stevie once or twice for a friend I left out there