Listening to Jerry
Thinking about John
Where are you, man?
That turned me on?
I try to find you.
Never seem to
Am I Bertha?
Am I wortha?
All the things you taught me
In the snow flying sliding free
Up on Snoqualmie Pass
When I was a young lass
And you were a college student
Free but prudent
With your love
We fit so many times like a glove
You wrote me rhymes I still remember
Here in this Fall almost November
With my Kynsley watching CALL OF THE WILD
Where are you John McCorkindale loved by this child?

10/15/2011 1404 cj

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