Lawrence Hall
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                                               I Miss Kosher Sam’s

Wish I could remember what street it was on
It’s been so long ago, when Kosher Sam’s
Was my coffee shop, and I was young
One day I also ordered a slice of cake

The cheerful waitress asked me how it tasted
I suggested that maybe it was a little bit dry
She grabbed it up and rushed it to the kitchen
She and another waitress and The Sam Himself

They took clean forks and tasted and talked about it
They took more forks and tasted and talked again
And appeared to come to a mishpat at last
Sam brought to me what was left of the cake

“There’s nothing wrong with this,” he firmly ruled
I took and ate (tho’ it really was a little dry)
On an evil day I left San Diego
I wish I’d stopped to say goodbye to Kosher Sam’s

my best friend is my dog.  goes every where with me
everywhere i go he will always be
loves it on  the beach on a sunny day
like to chase his ball he will play all day

best friend in the world there could ever be
always by my side to keep me company
he means the world to me he is my best friend
with friendship that is real and will never end

Silence
will give you space
to hold back
and reflect
while words
will only
futility
and chaos create

that which
has been said
can't be routed back
and your peace
it will crack

such is
the wisdom
of the sage
but sadly
we don't have

ourselves
we drown
in senseless
utterances!

I would rather be dirt poor with a loving family
then live in this big expensive house of nightmares