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 Jun 2015 Curing
Ryan Marie
Forgetting you was a feeling I had never felt before.
It was like the feeling you get when the bell rings
on the last day of Senior Year.
Like the first day of spring time.
Like the smell of fresh cut grass on a Saturday morning.
Like the first breath of air you take when you swim up
from the deep end of the pool.
But it also felt like the sadness of realizing you finished another
chapter of your life. Senior Year was over.
You'd never see those people ever again.
It was like realizing spring time meant allergies and these next
2 months would be painful.
Like wondering why am I up early enough to smell the
cut grass on a Saturday morning.
Like the pain you feel when you get all the way to the bottom of
the swimming pool and feel this dying need to take a breath.
But you're so far from air you think you'll never make it.
Forgetting you was so relieving yet so painful at the same time.
And you'll forever be the one who first made me feel this way.
 Jun 2015 Curing
Jason Cole
He raised me the old-fashioned way
Never spared the rod
Worked daylight to dark
Except for Sundays
Never heard him say
His life was hard
Taught me to drive a stick
To hunt, to fish, to throw a lick
And how to take one

Good times fly by
Years fade away
Yesterday dies
Time cries

Daddy was a good ol' boy
I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys
They're the heart of the South
Them good ol' boys
Well they're about as good as it gets

He gave up all the boyhood dreams
And plans he'd laid  
So that I'd have some
Sometimes he'd speak and gaze
A glimpse of better days
Back on the farm
I can just see him now singin'
"Not Fade Away" and "True Love Ways"
There in the sun

Good times fly by
Years fade away
Yesterday dies
Time cries

Daddy was a good ol' boy
I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys
They're the heart of the South
Them good ol' boys
Well they're about as good as it gets

I carry his picture in my wallet
Together with his boyhood dreams
The picture is of him at 12 years old
My wallet's bustin' out at the seams

Time cries out for them good ol' boys
I'm talkin' about them good ol' boys
They're the heart of the South
Them good ol' boys
My Daddy was as good as it gets

Time cries out
For the heart of the South

Time cries out
For the heart of the South

Time cries out...
Time cries out...
Time cries out...

© Jason Cole
A song that I wrote about my Daddy. He died in 2010. Country-folk style.
 Jun 2015 Curing
AK Bright
Can he get angry
Without being convicted
Can she cry
Without being rejected


When she's hurting
Does he feel the pain
Is she fanning
The lover's flame


Is she suspicious
When he's late at work

Does he still embrace her
When she's at her worst

At the end of the day
Is he still the one
Whose fiery passion
Could melt the sun


When the day is dark
Is she still the one
Whose brilliant smile
Could pale the sun*

True love's the hope
We most all cling to
But to find it
We* must first be true

For we won't find it in strength
Inspiring awe
We find it in weakness
In the ugliest flaws
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