Archangel Patpàpa ruddy mine
sigh..
I'll be seeing you.
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Our old rddbba song.
In all the old familiar places
That this heart of mine embraces
All day and through
In that small cafe
The park across the way
The children's carousel
The chestnut trees
The wishing well taking in your daily coin twenty years?
true love how not to adore you.

I'll be seeing you darling
In every lovely summer's day
In everything that's light and gay
I'll always think of you that way
I'll find you in the morning sun
And when the night is new
I'll be looking at the moon
But I'll be seeing you

But I'll be seeing you
you "youme, meyou"
my sweetest dearest love.
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In Hollywood by Billy Holiday
For Karijinbba. 74-95-05/2020. revised 06-16-20

Hi, hello, how you doin?
You don't know me, but I'm around
I'm one of the uninvited
Don't be too excited

I'm the one you forgot
The one who is there but isn't
I don't say a lot
I'm present but treated like I'm distant

I'll make you laugh just so you'll like me
But I'll get old and you'll leave
Standing in a crowd like a boring tree
Roots withered, leaves falling

I'm the one who was left at the store by his parents
The kid whose dumped for better friends
Never invited unless being used for a need
There's no one left here to even make amends

Call me a book
Because I've been Left Behind
Rewritten one too many times

Not even the after thought of the after party
Heck, not even at the party
I didn't know there was one

Hope your book club was fun
Your birthday cheerful
Your hang outs cool
Your coffee talks deep

I assume its a blast
I know enough to know you do these things
But I wouldn't know what its like
I'm the uninvited

They called him,
the King of hearts, Jack Rabbit
Seneca of a legion
The angel of mercy with wings propelling love letters from its bow
sharp like the Red Jacket in my chest
The ace in my heart and I
died many times before
casted aside
I'm the message in a bottle
to be found ashore...
a lost psalm

And although the tare of my brittle hope to believe
that an angel of mercy could enlighten me of this scar,
I'll be shooting aerrows to knees collecting feathers in my palms
Killing soft melodies
Good or bad deeds
Perceptions of a woman
are no excuses.
No mercy for a man.
©MaddHatterQueen