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A lonely train
on a lonely track
the gray half living
packed in stacks
...

There is a requiem in the desert
where flags have no meaning, really
where's god? when he's needed most
i think Claude Rains is god
...

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I was a poor street urchin who loved to play ball. I grew up near the old Philadelphia A's ball park (Sheibe Park) in the 50's. Married my childhood girl at nineteen-a big mistake, and had four beautiful kids.Divoced after twenty-eight years and re-married for seven. I now have nine grandkids and life is great. Iwas a sailor for three years, a Philly cop and detective for twelve, an Investigator for a prominent Philadelphia Plaintiff's firm for twenty. I play piano, write poetry, paint and garden. Just an ordinary guy who loves the written word.)

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A lonely train
on a lonely track
the gray half living
packed in stacks
the blue conductor
with half dreamed dreams
sways to rhythms
sight unseen
a rumbling glow worm
writhes throught the trees
with dying thoughts
much like these

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