Dear Nicki,
With nothing but a hand bag, you had finally arrived...
Through your advancement, I learned how to love, how to thrive.
I earned a friend, I thought for life...
We hit a curb, and we experienced strife.
We proved them all wrong...
Until we proved them all right.
With the Wood now Dead ...
The truck out of sight.
The North coast just a memory...Go West for the sunrise
The memory will burn... till I bid you goodnight.
One Shoe Two Shoe,
Red Shoe.. Blue ...
My God! I've read way to much Dr. Seuss as a kid!
Apologies everyone!
~SB~
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