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 Sep 2016 Randy Johnson
NiTSUDD
The letter was addressed: From Agnes With Love
It arrived from above, in the beak of a dove
My heart it had seemed to stop in its place
But it started to race, when I saw your face
The years had shown through your beauty in lines
A few more then the time, when I called you mine.
The photo brought memories of pain and of bliss
On the back was your kiss, and the word "remanice"
Was it a cruel taunt, or did you crave me?
I thought as I walked nervously, to your cottage to see.
Mother, pacifist lover!
How you gave all to keep me at ease..
For all you do I believe even more in bounds not known to us!
Wonder must!
For as child you wrapped me,
Tapped me when I did wrong.
Gave me tunes and melodic song,
And stories and tales from long ago.
Mother,
Your now quite old,
Yet soo beautifully written!!
Us both god had forgiven
As sinners we both are!!!
She was just a girl,
Barely knew her name
Such light behind her eyes
That moment relieved my pain
Maybe that is why...

She was just a girl,
But her presence addicted
Combining fear and love
It was she who persisted

She was just a girl,
Alone now, so long since I fell
There will always be the moment
When her eyes cast that spell

She was just a girl,
And I, a willing victim
Still to this day
But, I love her for that
Sweet child of May

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