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Lovers and murderers..

Dear December.. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading →

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Katie wrote..

Katie wrote.. Painted words are what the writer understand. Wisp and grasps of sweet dreams are the last myth of emotions for love and words. Dead writer in the Winter of his life.… Continue reading →

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Dear December..

Dear December.. The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie. Please come home to me. I would… Continue reading →

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My Bonnie girl..

My Bonnie gal… I returned to Glasgow in late 1979. I was trying to find a memory, a kind memory. In the Spring of 1978, a beautiful Bonnie girl loved me so. She was… Continue reading →

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Wild Irish Rose and a amazing George Jones song.

Wild Irish Rose..   Pretty gal with emerald eyes and the sweetest voice I ever heard. She told me. Johnnie, Johnnie. You can’t out-run the devil and the Wild Irish Rose won’t save… Continue reading →

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Dear December..

Dear December..  The war couldn’t kill me and I returned home in 1992 and I called you.A sweet voice answered the phone and you whispered.Dear Johnnie, please come home to me. I would… Continue reading →

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Dear Andrea..

Dear Andrea… I remembered dear Andrea. A lovely Michigan gal, once was kind to my young heart. I wrote into a notebook. “Time has pass us by, old wounds don’t hurt so badly.… Continue reading →

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I want to see you again.

I want to see you again… The powerful Pacific ocean hide the love stories of fearless lovers.I wandered the beaches of Monterey.I looked at faces. Chasing ghosts of old lovers and sweet kisses.Longing… Continue reading →

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The twisted dance of love..

The twisted dance of love..(Written in 1988) I lay beside you in the night of the Germany December.I felt the heat of tender flesh and I looked into your blue eyes.They shined like… Continue reading →

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I hope, I don’t fall in love with you…

I hope, I don’t fall in love with you… I found her sitting alone on the sand at the Seaside beach. You held your whiskey tightly and you wanted to be alone. I… Continue reading →

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