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1981    Seagull			   	     9/30/74    Our Father					 			10/1/80    Starbuck							4/26/78										5/6/99								1981    Times

Seagull   Seagull				     Our Father who art in heaven, hollowed be thy name	   	Starbuck is a mixed up dog	   				A flock of birds has passed this way				If I were old enough					Sometimes You Make
My Heart Is Full				     Hear the prayers of your children	   	  	  			Whose parts do not quite match 				As to where they go I cannot say	 				A night on Broadway would be yours		            Me Mad
My True Love’s Come				     Listen to the prayers of man							His facial hair is his fathers				As they fly high up in the sky					and I would treat you to the town			Sometimes You Make
          At Last				     Hear the prayers of the people						And the rest comes from his mother				Another Spring has come to be						If I were old enough  	 	 		            Me Sad
Seagull  Seagull				     Who are living on this earth that you made				His legs are knobby and his tail is long		And soon the rest that Spring has brung	 	  	  	This day would be all that you desired	  	Sometimes You Make
High In The Sky				     Our Father who art in heaven, hollowed be thy name		If he wanted to he could beat you to death		Will pass us by	   		  	  				But since I’m not yet old enough   	            Me Cry
I Fly With You					     Grant us again your blessing  		   	  	  		He thinks he’s mean, but really he’s not  	 	Summers begun	  	 							I’ll give you this card	  	  	  		Sometimes You Make
         And Laugh				     Please don’t forsake us again				  		     He’s just big overgrown STARBUCK	 			And soon the fun that summer brings				HAPPY MOTHERS DAY					            Me Sigh
The Joy I Feel					     Our Father who art in heaven						 	  	  					 				Will fly pass us		 	 	 	  		 							  			Most Times You Make
Seems To Be Unreal				     Let us know that you hear							1981    Soon, When					 		Falls come on		 	 	 	  				9/21/81						            	  Me Happy
My Heart’s About				     Help us to keep our faith in you						  										A flock of birds has passed us by														Most Times You Make
            To Burst			     Please, forgive us our shames							Soon will come the time			   		     As to why they go, I’ll tell you why				The greatest gift  	   			                 Me Proud
My True Love’s 				     Our Father who art in heaven, hollowed be thy name	  	When nothing will be the same 	  	 	 	As I look up into the sky						That one can give						All Times You Make
Come To Me At Last				     Lead us again to righteousness		   	  	  		Soon will come the time	  	 	 			And watch those birds as they fly by				Thats treasured above all			   		  Me Feel My Love
My Love	   	   				     Lead us away from sin								When all of man will change					Autumns gone	  			  	 	 	  		Is the gift of love		  				For You My Lovely Child
My Passion					 		 	  										Soon it might even be			 			And winters come								That we all have
My Life	  					     2/8/82    Waiting Patiently			 			 	When man will be no more						And soon I hope the birds’ll return		   	  	Inbedded in us all						12/7/77
Seagull  Seagull				  		  											Soon it might come to be
Love succors Us				     Asleep until called waiting patiently		  	          When God will even the score	   				7/28/82    From Beginning To End 	   	  	   	   	1981			   	  	   	   	  		I look for the mystery of me
With That	 					     Some of us die waiting patiently					  	Soon man must decide 	  	   	   								   				  	 										The sea gives so much life to me
We’ll Always					     Slowly we awake, patiently							When man will grow up to man   	   			Hungry				   						I am hungry						  	I search for the who of me
Be Strong						     Springtime has called								Soon man has to decide 	  	 				Yearning for the success and/or experience that	   	for knowledge	  		 	 		  	I come from the waters of the sea
Seagull  Seagull				     Awake in bloom										Or die forever as child						some have in their field 				   		I yearn								Who am I, this I do not know
The Love 						     Full Summers sun at noon					   	   		   	  									Attained The Peak	  	 	   					to reach for the stars					What am I, is a mystery I must know
We Feel					     	     waiting patiently								12/16/77									Looking down on and/or helping those   		 		I dream								I must search for the who of me
Will Last Eternally				     Comes Falls harvest moon we still																who are struggling 		   						of the things that are not collared	  	For my life, I must look to the sea
Our True Love				               wait patiently		 							Christmas Bells							Masters In Their Field			   	   			by the restrictions which bound
Came	 						     Winters chill hardens the ground						Are Ringing								Willing and/or able to teach that which			   	   	   us all  		   				2/13/82
To Us At Last					     Patiently we have lived								Singing Songs Of							they had learned to those who are
The Love 						     Seedlings now lie in the ground						Joy			  							struggling or beginning	 		  	  	  		1981									I have seen the many glories of
We Thought					          waiting patiently								For Christ Our Lord							Pretentious												  				 		 the coming of the lord
Would Never Be					     Asleep until Springtime calls							Was Born This Day							Some masters who are tops of their fields			My soul		   	  	   	   		     I have seen the devestation of
	  		  	        		 	     waiting patiently								Noel  Noel  Noel	 	  					able to teach the others what they have learned		aches with the knowledge      			 his terribly swift swords
Hey John															  														but with false modesty refusing to give	 	  	   	that soon most of us will 	   	   		I pray to the Creator may His
								     4/28/82										3/18/82    Come Child				 		refusing to help those who are hungry, wanting  	               fall				 		   	 mercies be swiftly seen
Hey John														   															only the fame, only the rewards of their field	   	I pray								I don't want it to be as if we’d
The Life You Had Was Taken 		     Listen to the sound				   					Come Child					   	 	 	not truly Masters at all			  				to heaven to help us	  	   		 	 never been
  From You	 	 	  		           of music 	  	  							Come out and play								  		  	 	 						Oh God
Hey John			   			     Groove to all that jazz								Come Child	 							12/7/77						   	   			please don’t wait to long	  			1981
The Songs In You Will Nevermore	     The blues is moody brother		 	 	 			Don't let your mind stagnate
  Come Through	 	   			     And slow dancing has not   					          	away	 	  	   		   	   			The Land Is Covered With Snow  		 	  	 	3/1/78    The Storm			  			Music is alive in me
Oh John					      	      yet past		 	 							Come Child		 						The Sleighbells Are Out I Know		 							  	  	  			Filling me with memories
All You Wanted Was Peace		  	     Listen to the sound					 			 	Come out and grow							Here Come The Sleds		 						The storm is brewing					Surrounding me in the
See John	   	   			      	      of music 	  	  							Come Child	 	 	 					We Shout With Joy	  	  						The waves are high	  	 				sounds that I hear
They Just Wouldn't				     Rock and roll to the beat							The world has a lot to show		 	  		Merry Christmas To You,  Noel 	  	  	  		The ships are stewing  	   				Speaking to me through
Let It Be 					     Let it sink into your soul							Come Child	  	  		      					               		 					high and dry		  	  			the things that I feel
Dear John						     Let it tap your feet  								Come out and learn		   					2/19/82    Love Is			 	 			 	The roof tops crumble					Music is a part of me
You Shared With Us Some Of		     Listen to the sound						 		 	Come Child								   											The walls cave in	  					Deep in my soul
  The Dreams In You				           of music	  									Don't be so stubborn						Love is the happiness we share			   		The trees are toppled		   	  	 	Never growing old
Hey John	 					     Don't turn off the beat								Come Child 								Love is the way in which we care					The storm breaks in
I’m A Dreamer Too				     Music’s in the air we								The world awaits				 	 		Love is the sadness we bare						In its wake it leaves					1981
Know John	  				      	      breath   	   	   							Come Child		  						Our Love is everywhere					               us naught
All You Meant To Us				     And boy most times 						 		 	Don't stagnate						 	 	Happy Valentines						   	  	And someone cries “Oh God, why us!”		Oh those dreams we have
Take With You Our				           its sweet								 									  																				  	  	those dreams we have
  Love John	  					  	  	   										1981			 							10/1/80    Who Am I?  							4/30/82					  		  	those millions and trillions
Where Ever You Wind Up			     1981															   	   	  											    												  		of dreams we have
	  	   	   																	I have fought in many a battle				Who am I? 									Shifting			   	  		   	  	For most of us who
1981  	   	   				     Feel the wind gently blowing. 	   		  	 	  	I have fallen in all the World Wars	  		I am the stars and the moon.			  			Ever changing  				 		sit and dream of
							     Smell the scented earth. 			   			  	I was there in all the revolutions	   		     Who am I? 	 	 	   	   	   				Floating from here to there				what they want they
I am surrounded				     See the stars slowly peeping.				  	  	     I am so tired of war.	   				     I am the sun that shines in the sky.		  	 	Flitting around the world    	      	  	don't come true
By the music in all things		  	     Down upon my birth.						  	     I have gathered many a medal				     Who, am I?	 	  		 					Stopping no particular where   	   		For most of us
I am filled	 				     All is quiet and calm now.							I have died billions of times					I am the earth below and the sky above.		 		oh what a life a cloud of moisture bears 	Who want so much
By the music in all beings		     Soon the sadness will fade.				   	  	     I am so weary of battles			  	  	 	Who am I?  		 	 	 	 				   		  	  	   	 	   		   	They’re not for us
I consider myself lucky			     Only memories remain now.				   		     Please don't let me fight any		  	 		I am all things complicated and all things simple.	My Fair Share (One On One)				Those wonderful dreams
When a bird bursts out in song	     Of me in my young to old age.				                	more times			 	  	  		Who am I?							   					 		  	   	   			we have
I’ll sit quite Contently  		     My life has been full and happy.						My tomb is in many a nation			 		I am just me.									Lost
And listen	   				     And I’ve done all I could to share.					Yet, I am known by mainly  	 					  	 	  								Lost as a childs first ball				1981
To a creek bubbling merrily along 	     Now all I have is memories,				                    one name 								3/29/82    Easter	 			 	  			I must have arms to hold me
At night I’ll listen to the silence	Of me, for my family to care.							I am the unknown soldier					   												Lost without loving care	   	   	   	  	All the old farmers are
And hear the music in the air		   	   	   	  		 								Oh, did I die in vain	 		 			Easter				   						I must have my fare share			  		    gone now
Early morning listening is the best	1981												Each battle was to be the last one		  		A time of bright colored things				   	Fare					   				The bad men have bitten
You should hear the orchestration														Yet it has not come to be 	  	   			Easter	  	   	  		 					Fare is a changing word				  	    	    the dust
Going on there					     The air is spicy and fragrant				   			Will I keep on dying				  		A time of religious beliefs	 	  			 	But fare is a honored promise	 	 		All the pioneers have gone
I am surrounded by music			     The water a sparkling blue					               for all eternity			  			Easter								 		Justice if you’re still there			   	    	    with the wind
It fills my very being			     The blossoms are all in season						I have but just one prayer			  		A time of parties and things		   	   	 		I will have my fare share				There’s nothing left but us
In truth the saying goes well		     They await especially for you				  	  	     I hope it will soon come true		   	   	  	Easter	  	  				   			  	And justice is a lady					Soon the place will be empty
That it’s the best of many things		 	   			  	  							I pray to God each day and night		 		A time when love shows its many wings				Lay me down with justice				 	All that we know will be gone
	 	  	  	   	  	   														Let war come no more to you	  	   	   	   					  	   	   		   	   		In a long white gown					Maybe God will take pity on us
12/16/77							1981									 		 	   	  	   								3/29/82								  	   	With a breath of love in the air			And save us before the storm
																				4/19/78  I Saw A Flower The Other Day									   		   	  	   	Yes share and sleep with me if you dare
We Wish You A Merry Xmas			     The lights are bright and glaring  	 				  	 	   								Easter eggs and chocolate 	   		 		   	Celebrate my fare share		   	   		1981
And A Happy New Year			     The streets are full of crowds	   	 				I saw a flower the other day	   	   	   	             things		   		  		   			Fare
We’re Thinking Of You All			The air is noisy and heavy					  		And knew that Spring was here					Warm balmy breezes and				  			Fare is a changing word				 	I see the stars up above
On This Day Of Good Cheer			I don't like this at all								The trees are beginning to bloom			             smells of spring		  	 		  	 	But fare is a honored promise 	  	  	 shining down upon me			
   			   			          I am a quiet person			 						The foliage is beginning to show		   		Bright colored bonnets			   	  			Justice if you’re still there	  			I wish to know, if I could	  		  
12/16/77			  		          I like to look at the stars  							The grass is green							Bright colored duds								I will have my fare share				What they’re thinking of me			
						          I like the smell of the blossoms						The snow is gone 							These are some of what Easter does		  	  		And justice is a lady			  	
Noel To You			  	  	     That I see on the small country walks					The rains have come				  	  	   	  	   		  		  						Lay me down with justice 				5/7/98
And All Of Yours	  	   	   	     I am a shy person									So now its begun  	   	   					1981											In a long white gown
May Joy Be There	  	   	   	     I don't talk much at all					   	   	     I saw a flower the other day										 					   	With a breath of love we can share	  		Although faraway
         This Day		   	   	     So come let us together						  	  		   	   		 		  				I thank you for the Christmas card					Yes share and sleep with me if you dare		We send you good wishes
We Shout To You				     Go for a small country walk							12/7/77    To My Daughter	  			  	That you have sent to us							Celebrate my fare share	   				And hope on this day
         From Far Away		   	   	 	   		   								   	  	 			  	 					Ours I hope has given you	 	  	   	  								  	 		They don’t let you do dishes
M  E  R  R  Y     X  M  A  S	   	     12/16/77	   										I apologize				   		   	     Just so much pleasure without fuss					3/1/82    To Raymond   	   	  			HAPPY MOTHERS DAY
On This Day		  	 	   														For the stupid names						Here’s to you and yours
   		   		  				Christmas is a happy day								I’ve called her							A Christmas wish from us  		  				You are my second father					3/31/82
1981    The Picnic	 				With cheeriness about					 			Like stupid and dumb and	   					May you and yours be merry					   	It’s not often one has two
								We send this card								 		 the like		 						Every single day					 			I do so hope you know Dad	 	 	   	Grandpa what is that?
The day is nice and warm   		     To you with love		 				 			Things of which you’re not 		  			May not sadness nor unhappiness	  	  	  	 	That your daughter does love	  		   	That is a cloud child.
The sky is clear and blue		   	Merry Xmas  All day, throughout	   		 	   		My love   My Sweetheart	  					Mar a single day						             	  you too 						No Grandpa, what is that?
The wind is just a little breeze	  				 							   		  	 								  		 														  	  				That is moisture in the air.
To Picnic we will go	  			1981  				 							1/2/75		   		  	 				8/6/78					  					3/1/78    Easter	 			 		No Grandpa, what is that?
Hot and Cold will be the food																												  				  													You tell me child.
We’ll even invite the ants	 		The cool breeze carries the				  			Rusty Dusty pudding and pie	  				A Greeting To You		  			 			The Easter Bells are ringing 		   	  	It’s an elephant Grandpa.
We’ll have such fun	  	  	          	smell of the sea								Kissed the girls and made				  	From Far Away  	  					 		They’re singing songs of joy				Sometimes a dog.
This day begun						The clouds are scattered and few						   	   them cry	 						Please Leave Your								The people, they are bringing				Sometimes I see a big tall
So nice and warm					Soon the sea will be								Now all that's left is the	 					Name						 				Their faith to church and more					tree.
With a breeze							carrying me 	 								        reason why	   						And Send Me Away								They do their ritual cleaning				Yes child, I’d forgotten	                  
Returning late with a bellyache		Closer and closer        							Rusty Dusty upped and died	             	  				 							 	To enter the heavenly doors				What it was to have
The Picnic is not a dream				to you								 												3/11/78    Life								A picnic is in order							imagination.
		         									  			  	  	  											   		 						 		  		     When the cleanings done					
		   	  	  						   	   									8/12/78    Music							Dawn is the beginning			   				To celebrate a perfect day				Happy Birthday
8/5/74    Shooting Star			     12/16/77     C  H  R  I  S  T  M  A  S										   				 	 So is Spring	   	   	   	   			   		With wife, daughter, son
		  		   							 	   	  	 	  	 	   	  		Music is a language					  	 	Birth are the birth of all		 							 	   			 		Happy Birthday To You.  Happy Birthday.
Shooting Star	   				     C  Is For The Cheer That Christmas Brings        		   		all its own					  	  	 living things																  		Happy Birthday To You.  Happy Birthday.
Shooting Star					     H  Is For The Holiness Who Was Born This Day				It tells many stories					 	Summer is the adolescents	   	 	   	  	 	3/30/82					  		  	Happy Birthday To You.  Happy Birthday.
Where are you going				     R  Is For The Reindeer Who Carry Santas Sleigh			     in many forms							 of the many young																	May this special day of yours find you well
Have you got far   		   		     I  Is For The Ice That Some Of Us Skate Upon				It saddens   it gladdens				 		Till noon and Autumn			 	 			Raped by the society that bred me	 		and happy.  May you also receive lots of 
Shooting Star					     S  Is For Saint Nick, We All Know Who He Is				It quickens the heart					 	 is the time to have your fun						Mistreated by my peers	  	   			kisses and hugs.
Shooting Star					     T  Is For The Times We’ve Seen, Some Of Which Were Bad		Its understood by all				 		The Fall is the later years	 			   		My knowledge has misled me
Maybe soon					     M  Is For The Magic In The Name Of Santa Claus	  	   	By all its not		   	  				 	 when growth has all been done					To smart was I   I fear	 		  		Happy Birthday
I’ll see you up there (thar)   	  	A  Is For The Angels Who Sing Their Songs To Us And	   	It’s mostly of love			 		  	 	Both sunset and Winter	 	 				     I showed to all my knowledge
Shooting Star		  			     S  Is For The Shining Star That Showed The Kings The Way	There’s comedy too 							 are the times to rest	  	   				 	To my peers I felt contempt			  	May this Special Day of yours
Shooting Star					     There Are Many Definitions Of Christmas	   		 		The sadness of hurt					 		For they are the ends of life						Society took advantage					Grant you all your wishes
Where have you been				     Here’s One	   			   	  					Abounds in there too			   			The Dawn is past		 	 	  	 			of my smart ignorance		 			May you get all the gifts you wanted
Have you been far				   													Music comes in all	 					 	Now it comes again  	 						Now I’m left with nothing				And have ice cream and cake on great big dishes
Shooting Star 	 					1981									   			  	kinds of forms							So let it be now								My smartness is no more
Shooting Star																		So listen and maybe						 	The beginning of the end							Humble now I start anew
What Have you been				     The table is abound				   			   		You’ll hear one				   	   			   	   		   							To earn my past galore
Were you really a star			     with a feast of food				  		   	   		one dawn
Shooting Star	  				     The guest will be
Shooting Star					     coming soon	  									Thank You
Are you a planet				     The look of the air
Or just nothing at all			     is bright and clear									Thank you for the shoulder that you let me lean upon
Shooting Star	   				     And there’s no sign									Thank you for the ear that I’ve bent many a time
Shooting Star					     of any gloom										Thank you for the comfort that you always gave
Here I Sit					     The feast will begin								Thank you Sister Dear for the things that can’t be repaid
Just wondering about it			     with a little prayer								I wish I could give you a day on the town
Shooting Star  		 		     To say thanks	   									I wish I could grant all your wishes
Shooting Star				   	     From all of us here							  	   	But all I can do is to just say Thank You
Are you a vehicle					 	  	  	 									With lots of Hugs and Kisses
For travelers from afar				5/10/98
Shooting Star 	   						   											Happy Birthday
Shooting Star						At times you may be a great big pain
Where have you been			 		At times you may be aggravating						Happy Birthday Dad Once Again
Have you got far					At times you may show your pleasant side				Like Fine Wine Here's Wishing That Age	
Shooting Star				       	At times you show your love							Has Not Begun To Tell On You
Shooting Star						But please dear heart know that at all times				Enjoy Your Day	 	
Maybe, just maybe					You are very much loved	   		   	   				Kisses And Hugs Hugs And Kisses
I will see you up there (thar)		HAPPY MOTHERS DAY 									May God Grant You
				  			  			  		  								All Your Wishes

3/18/74    Come Back To Us				   	   							   			1/2/75 	   											  	 	 						   	7/6/97

This song is a variation of the song that was sung in the cartoon feature “Gullivers Travels”.	Nutty Rusty is a fool.  He dosen’t even go to school.  He has no manners.  He seems bananas,  	   	 	An American Indian was born here.  Their people originally came from Asia (like the Eskimos).  They are distant 
It is in salute to Mr. James Francis Cagney who was given a Life’s Achievement Award on the		he cusses and swears and gets in our hairs.  He pickets the pool room and knocks the 			 	 	cousins to the Chinese and Japanese.  Their land was stolen from them by the Europeans who thought them 
18th day of the 3rd month of our Lord 1974.  He has a daughter, a son, a sister and a brother.	schoolroom.  He’ll get no higher on life’s busy ladder.  He’ll stay on the bottom where 		 	 	 	savages because they did not think nor worship as they did.  An American African was brought here in chains as 
He is one of the few actors who has made his bride his life.  He is the second person to			everythings badder, and when he is older and wiser a person, he’ll say to his self I’m a 		 	 	an animal by the Europeans who thought them animals and savages because they did not think nor worship as they 
receive a life achievement award.  To Mr. Cagney:  May you live 75 more years with all of the		right nutty person.  I had a chance to go up the ladder.  I muffed it but good, now I am the 		 	 	did.  All other Americans came here basically of their own free will whether indentured or not.  Free to worship 
happiness you have had in the past and all of the happiness you will have in the future.  		sadder.  I’m now way behind and it’ll be a difficult climb, but maybe just maybe I’ll reach  		 	 	and live as they wished.  The Indian did not look down upon the man of dark color.  He saw him as a man.
Mr. Cagney has been retired for the past ten years or more years.  He has made exactly 65		my own kind.  Now Nutty Rusty is a nut no longer.  He has started the climb up lifes busy 
pictures and all of them are in the Library of Congress and will be preserved for future use		ladder.  He goes to school.  He’s no longer a fool.  So take heart you people who are like he 
so that future generations will be able to see and enjoy them as we of this generation do.		was and listen to the story of Rusty the dove.  He’s way up there and still going strong.
   			   			   		   		   	   	   		 	  	 	   			Showing you all that you’re in the wrong, acting like he was, when he was young.  So make up 
Come back to us																	your minds.  Decide right away.  Whether you are going  to work or play.  To those who work 
           again												 					the best to you and those who play your’re some damn nutty fools.
Come back to us
           again																	6/7/82    A Letter To Heartache
Come back to us
You Irish Lad  																	You thought that you had won this time didn’t you?  You thought that you had broken somebody else’s heart 
Dearest Man																		and that they had sunken so low that they wouldn’t care anymore, didn’t you?  Well, I fooled you.  I survived 
Back to us																		and I am stronger because of it.  At first I thought that I would die because I felt so low.  I even tried to 
Come back to us																	kill myself with pills, drink, and a razor blade.  Somehow I was saved each time.  Suddenly I realized or God 
           someday																	made me realize that I had so much to live for, family, friends, life, etc and that I shouldn’t let heartache 
We miss you so																		destroy me.  With the help of my family and friends I pulled myself together.  Sometimes I still feel your 
           dearly																	pain heartache, but I don’t let it bother me and now it is diminishing.  Soon it will be completely gone and I 
We think of you																	will have the strength to say so long heartache, goodbye.
          fondly
We wish you would																	3/3/82    Salvation
Just once in a while
Give us your style																	Dreamer, you were on trail here today.  In this society, dreams were not allowed.  We are totalarian.  We dealt in reality not in dreams.  
Come back to us																	All those here have heard the evidence against you.  All those here know the facts.  That is why we must bring a verdict of not guilty 
Come back to us																	against you.  You are the last of those who dream among us.  We have found that we cannot survive without the dreamers.  Our society is 
           someday																	slowly dying.  You are our hope for survival.  Without dreams, there can be no fresh new ideas.  Without fresh new ideas, there is stag-
We think of you																	nation.  Where there is stagnation, there is slow death.  We can only hope that there are more dreamers hidden among us.  One dreamer is 
          very much																	not enough, but where there is one, there must be many more.  You are free to go Dreamer.  To dream, and if you can, help us.  Teach us 
We wish for you																	to dream again too.
          happiness
We love you so
We hope you know
That this is so
So once in a while 
Please once in a while
Come back to us

1/20/82    I Am I (longest version)	   	   		  						 				  		 	   	   		  		1980

I am I.  Tormented by others who call themselves human beings, I am also a human being.  Because I am trapped in a misshapened body, 		Hello.  I’m memory.  A ghost you might say.  I don’t remember when I died.  It dosen’t matter.  But, I died happy.  I had a full life and 
I am tortured by the cruelty of man, because he cannot stand to see the horror of my ugliness.  I am not treated as a person, but as			I was loved.  Not many can say that.  Oh there were a couple of bad times, but that’s life or was mine.  When I was young I was a quiet
a lowly thing, less than a dog, something to be stepped on, kicked, beaten and/or robbed.  I cannot go anywhere without being turned			kid, I was also devilish.  Being an only kid I had to find something to do with myself.  It usually ended up with this hurts me more than 
upon.  I must always cover my face to at least sometimes get about unscathed.  I am a person.  I have feelings.  I feel the pain of			you.  You’ve all heard that before.  Ah..., every once in a while I come back and visit my family and they know that I was there.
every blow that the cruelty of man has delt me.  I feel for all of the beautiful things I see.  I feel compassion for the cruel ones,		I watch them carry on what I taught them, to live life to its fullest.  I watch my great grandchild, he’s almost like me.  Quiet and
who cannot see the beauty that is inside a person or thing.  They can only see the outside ugliness, and I feel sadness because I am		  	devilish, and do you know parents say the same things as they did when I was young.  But they are a little more lenient then they were in
lonely.  Frustrated I cry out, why must it be this way.  I am a human being too.  Are we not alike and unlike?  I cannot help what I			my day.
am, only better it.  Am I to be an object of man’s cruelty, forever?  I cry, not with frustration but with sorrow.  Suddenly a peace-		I like to come back for short times.  To sort of... look in on my family.  Just because I’m dead, dosen’t mean that I can’t help or care 
fullness settles inside me.  A calmness I never knew before.  It was as if someone was saying to me in a soft voice, be rested and I		  	for them you know.  I see those looks of disbelief on your faces, and you can believe or not.
was.				   		  		   	 	   				 		   	  		  	  		  	 	   	 	  		 	I know you won’t believe this, but some members of my family have been dead for years.  They consider it a great joke to fool people.  
I am someone.  I am smart.  I have been taught all I should Know.  I am lonely, yet not lonely at the same time.  It is as if I was		 	They like to pop in and out and scare the daylights out of you.  Eventually, they had to stop that because people stopped coming around to 
waiting for something to happen, and that it is strange and new to me.						   	  	  	   		  	 	   	  	see the family.  Some stayed, some left.  But all in all it was great fun.  Of course I haven’t done it and don’t intend to.
There is a knock at the door and a young person stands there.  A medium sized box is handed to me.  I do not take it and I am afraid	  	  	I’ve been all over the world.  Doing things I didn’t do when I was ‘in the flesh’.  I’ve come back for a game of chess with my grandson.  
so I start to close the door.  Wait, the young person says, it’s a gift.  It’s not a trick or a dirty joke, just a gift.  I open the			He still hopes to ‘whip the pants’ off me.  I’ve still a few tricks that he hasn’t learned yet.
door again and I look at the person.  I have forgotten my face covering.  I glance in the mirror by the door, I still look the same.			I was 120 years young when I passed.  And I was doing the Hustle when I left.  I must admit, that it must have been pretty shocking to have
The person is nervous, but not revulsed at the sight of me.  I invite the person in.  My invitation is (to my surprise) accepted.  I			someone pass on just like that.  Some must have said that it was way pass due.  I said that it was way too soon.  Oh well.  Here comes my
accept the gift and open it.  It is a painting of me, as I would have been if my body had not been misshapened.  The person sits			grandson and its time to start the game.  He’s the next to oldest one.  25 and a handsome devil.
tensely waiting.  I start to cry and the person mistakes my tears.  They are not tears of anger or shame like he thinks.  They are			It was nice passing the time with you.  He’s calling for me.  You know something.  Sometimes I listen to his friends talk about me.  And I
tears of joy.  Now I know what it was I was waiting for, expecting.  I was waiting for this person.  A person who like me could see			can still feel the feelings I felt when I lived.  Yes.  Like his friends say.  His Granny sure did know how to live.
the inside beauty.  This person wasn’t one of the cruel ones.  The gift of the painting showed that.  What made it precious to me was 
the signature.  Then I finally knew, finally was sure that what I was waiting for had arrived.  At the corner in bold black letters 
was from a friend to a friend.  Reassured my friend leaves.  Where there is one, there are others, but there will always be those who 
are cruel, now there will always be those who are my friends.  I will never again feel sadness because I am alone.







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