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| Daniel A. Stafford | 5/17/2000 11:07:17 PM 9/22/2020 1:48:39 PM | 854 |
Little Brother
Do you remeber way back, when you would attack, laughing for the fun?
Do you remember the times we had, the joy and all the fun?
Play on, little brother.
Do you remember us watching there, as Perseus filled the sky with bright flashes?
Do you remember back in your garage, fun house number one?
Play on, little brother.
Do you recall the tears, hot questions when we were fools?
Do you remember sharing sorrows, and arguing over tools?
Play on, little brother.
I remember womens' faces, smiling guilefully.
I remember children laughing, playful, happy, and free.
Play on little brother.
I remember projects worked, the fun we had on them.
I remember playing games, up oh way past ten.
Play on, little brother.
I remember so many things, younger more pleasant days.
I remember closeness then, in far more speaking ways.
Play on, little brother.
I remember watching you, you lit the Silver Moon.
And I'll always be watching, listening to your tune.
Rock on, little brother.
By: Daniel A. Stafford
Author's Comments
Dedicated to a family member AND close friend. Too far away you are.
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| Daniel A. Stafford | 5/17/2000 11:07:17 PM 9/22/2020 1:48:39 PM | 854 |
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