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Dec 2018
Sometimes It's almost as
If I'm looking through a window out on my life I see all laid out In front
me I can see every bit of my life
I try to reach touch but I can't, for I see Helen dressed beautiful In a lovely two-piece green suit she used wear when she was sweet Sixteen
Try to call her name but the windows won't open In desperation I'm trying to attract her attention by waving my arms
but she can't see me It's
as If I don't exist, she just continues sitting on her garden gate looking so pretty
Just as she always did It almost as If I'm asleep but I'm fully awake or least feels that way or perhaps I think of Helen so much I'm just going plain crazy
Not sure If I'm awake or dreaming or perhaps just
plain crazy
Johnny walker
Written by
Johnny walker  66/M/Grantham
     guy scutellaro and underestimated
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