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Several years ago, I was working with other investigators on a surveillance assignment in a residential neighborhood. We arrived on site at six o'clock in the morning. About 7:30 the sun  broke the horizon, and it was going to be a gorgeous morning.
It was an "older, established neighborhood, you know the type, "A" Frame homes, that had screen doors in front of the solid ones, where a person could keep the main door open and let the morning breezes filter through the house, saving on the utility bill. All of a sudden the screen door on a residence two down from our suspect, came open, and an elderly gentleman stepped out on the porch. He stood  there, holding the screen door open, as if he were talking to someone.
Shortly, to my surprise, a beautiful, long-hair, white cat stepped out onto the porch. The old gent stooped over, brushed the kitty's head, and shut the door. In unison, the two walked down the front walk, the kitty at the old gents feet. The old man bent down and picked up the newspaper. Together, they started back towards the house, and the furry creature disappeared into the flower bed that lined the front of the house. The old gent stayed where he was, perusing the front page of the paper. After a couple of minutes passed, the feline reappeared and took his place at the old man's feet. Together, side by side, they walked back to the porch,where the old gent gracefully opened the door and let his "guardian angel" enter first.
Now, I know this story doesn't sound like much. However, I felt that they had been together for a pretty long time. Best friends, they were, loyal to each other, creating a love between human and animal, unsurpassed. In writing this, I realized that he, like me, his home wasn't empty.......
anymore.

richard riddle: January 08, 2016
Deep in the velveteen dark,
Under the muffled and foggy highway
As the town slumbers in peace
I light another cigarette.
I should be wrapped up warm as well,
Dancing in dreams of my beloved city
Where once the night sang me her song
And I heard and felt her words,
But instead here I sit in the cold,
Head tilted to better listen
To music that comes to me no more.
I used to live in a small Midwestern city and loved it more than any place I've lived save one. Late at night or early in the morning was my favourite time to be out and about but now that I've moved and grown older I don't feel as alive at night as I did then.
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
Bunhead17
Can I borrow your love?
I promise i'll give it right back.*
You see, *I love you,

and even though others
don't think your perfect...
I do.
I love you for all that you are,
all that you have been,
and all that you're yet to be.
I love everything about you
and I will always be there
for you.
....... **It's us against the world
and no one can stop us... except us.
(Can I Borrow a Kiss part 2) <3
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 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
Gaffer
Someday.
 Jan 2016 Mike Essig
Gaffer
The dawn is breaking
Raindrops slowly trickle down the window
Winding in a circular motion
Finally falling to the ground
She listens to him breathing
The signs of *** lingering inbetween the wine and the ****
She looks around
Pictures hanging in rows
Someone else's memories
She tries to remember
There was a time
A long time ago
Faint picture of a girl
Innocent
Gone now
Why the hell does she torture herself
The girl has gone
Long gone
Turned to stone
Time for her to go too
Someday she would show them
Ram it down their throats
Someday she would walk through that door
Stare them in the face
She would tell them straight
I made it
The rain cleansed for a time
She felt pure
Someday
She would show them
Someday.
Paul Joseph, Goebbels
They gathered, they listen and pushed his agenda.
Same race, same people.

George Wallace
They gathered, they listen and pushed his agenda.
Same race, same people.

Donald Trump
Oh, they gathered and push his opinions.
But in truth, it's just a case of manipulation.

Racism, works according too the pursuit of the leader.
Obviously, history holds truth to those creating a distraction.
****** had the best promoter of racism.

And when it comes to the death of King Jesus.
We saw many of this group gathered and closely listen and pushed theirs views and opinion.

Long lives racism.
It's in all races of all people.
Cause they gather and listen and push hatred agenda.

But the first three would be always connected to certain views.
Honestly speaking, they might be affecting you.
Cause we gather and closely listen.
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