Charles
by Henry Burt Stevens
09/29/2006
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don't take me out
and shoot me
i don't remember
what i had for lunch
but the sun goes
down and that means
i'll eat again
just don't ask about lunch
i know a smile
when i see one
i feel the warmth
of a friend's hand
who cares what year
i was born in
i'm still here
won't you be my friend?
Regis
peace and blessings,
carolyn
ps-- just skip lunch!
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