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Sep 2017
it's hard to say where i'm headed,
from time to time there's always decision,
back and forth and struggling to achieved,
Just my computer and me,
it's always been there like a  boy and his dog,
" Frankly as long as i breath my work is   going to be alive as i am",
" - To sooth this lonesome i rode along as the time changes"
" i forgot how fun it was just to write all the time"
" seeing all those fans just waiting for my another work"
it's always been like this a place of my own,
I go to usual place and go whenever i wanted,
I  felt the old flame again it's always good to feel that.
Ron Richards
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