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Nov 2015
For the sake of those old cleets of yours on the floor by the door.

for they remind me of a thing, a feeling, a meaning, a truth, so very similar to a truth many might agree and feel.

Pummeled, bombarded, is the oceans of the beauty of the very love we all see.

patient, kind, loving, attentive, sensitive to the slightest motion, in turning a tightness so deserving as to render the backside of a mountain a mouses naked tail be that of our forward motion as we trains upon these rails.

hence when, has this or that been the bottom line up front* of the very essence of a man or their works , the things they have done, accused, intended or otherwise? we all yell out with a rebel yell as to say, here my friend on this very day, the deeds of a man be counted for none were missed or remissed to find light in the hearts of any good man to be shamed or shameful , for mine eyes , mine teeth, mine heart too truly do taste, see, feel the core of the you in me.
So how could it be any other way than to be tghat of honest men fighting the hardest and most dangerous fight of the very lives from time, times and half a times back.

So for the very pains you have endured, every humiliation you have embraced, every heart torn scar that has marred up your beautiful face, every single tormented manipulation you knowingly chose to walk face first into, I say to you, thank you, for you too have a heart of gold and a soul that i shall pray and stand for on any **** day, and every **** way, for the very sake of mine own.
for you too, know how truly important this really is, and what is at stake, and my good friend, we are brothers , sisters, family to the very very very and truly very bitter or beautiful end, either way, i love the you i see in me.
Seasick Steve, youtube mix

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vC4qHL9-ASg&list;=RDvC4qHL9-ASg

Dark
banjo song
thats all
etc...
as for wishes, i have had a few, none to much to say for sure has claimed of commin true, yet i have those hopes and wishes, not unlike you, true, true, ahh, oh yeas, so true, a few wishes, heck, even had some hum dinggers that were for all of you and not a thought to self, but, i find i have a few wishes, that i need just for me and mine, maybe, they shall come to pass as true and full, these wishes i have for me, mine and you and yours. we shall see, soon, maybe, or like all thingsΒ Β in mine life so far, they just hang in the air all endlessly and unfulfilled. or maybe, i am more than worth a **** fine smile some day... yep, i am, so are you, smile, a fine smile for you , your and mine and me today, cause though pummeled and pained here this of many long arduous days, i am smiling a fine *** smile for you and your for sure.
Ricci Moon ScottBCM
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Ricci Moon ScottBCM  The Inn Between
(The Inn Between)   
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   ---, RW Dennen and Ariel Baptista
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