At this late hour and this great distance of
Forty years later I find Karen Smith
In my memory where she lives now with
A few other girls I will always love
And saw again the reason why it was
The way it was was simply just because
The way it was was how it had to be
But I wish Karen Smith was here with me
(And should you insist I should have said were
Then you did not know no did not know her)
Searching for her in your heart and soul. She must have been a wonderful friend. Memories always stay with us and come back at uncertain times. Hope you find her again someday.
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The poems in this beautifully bound book are a result of over twenty years of observations. Observations of the world around us and on the telecommunications network. All of the hate, love, heroism, disasters, and those who help.
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as soon as she reads it.
Well done, Steven. Lovely, in fact. And I'll bet that Karen
will think so too, as soon as she reads it. And I hope she
does. - Gene.