iCry:` `( ToBeWithFaronWhoseHomeIsNowInHeaven

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rich in rags©

Sometimes when you
judge by the look,
you miss out on
what's inside the book....
When i was a kid
we had a neighbor
everybody ran from
and laughed at.
She had a rough
appearance of rags
and a smell of old age.
She mumbled to herself
as she went along her way.
They called her Whiskey Jim
for to them
she seemed like a bum.
But to me
she was just different
in a world where
that's sometimes
looked upon as a bad thing.
She had no inside toilet and
her house was grey and bleak.
None of them would
ever visit her
but i would often knock
on her door.
I would often give her
cookies or pie
and how happy she was.
Never did i catch a disease
as they would have you believe.
Sometime after she died.....
i could have sworn i heard
mumbling in the wind.
Everybody told me it was
just that the wind.
But maybe it was her
thanking me
for being there
when she needed a friend.
They say it's impossible
i say it's not,
when a dream is a wish
your heart makes.
Hmmm maybe those sounds
i still hear
aren't always
the wind afterall?!
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