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Dana Hartman is his name
His work place and mine
Are the same

He lives up the hill from me
And he's not married
His flirting's for free

He has a caring attitude
Only about lack of care
Would he be rude

He puts in his 8 or 9 hour days
Rehabilitating 80 or 90 year olds
I'm proud of his encouraging ways

He told me once there's a lot of them
If I were free
Or then there's one---there's me

That gives me hope
With him I laugh
Sometimes he's such a silly dope

It's everyone
He encourages
He makes life fun

He'll hold your hand
Or rub your shoulders
He's a very outgoing man

God gave me his being
Spring of 1995
More happiness I was seeing

Happiness is contagious
A smile, a word, a touch
Can be so outrageous

It can make the wrong
Seem right
Or bring a song

We work together very well
But your the only man
That most everything I tell

And I only tell you this
Because once you said my words to you
Would never kiss

He was a friend
When you were getting married
When I thought it was the end

The end of me being your poet
The end of my love for you
And the way I can show it

Angelman's name and first initial
And his first name are the same
Now, isn't that special

Like a gift
Because you weren't there
To give me a lift

Some people feel a little sadness
But happy people
Can take away that melancholy badness

Take me away away away.

7/1/1996 0750 cj

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