Someday I'm going to
leave this old world,
going to leave it behind.
...
Let me drift my love,
into your heart, and let me tell you,
our love is like,
a blowing snow drift,
...
School days seemed
to last for ever,
when in the spring-
time of our life.
...
One day as I was walking,
down the road so fair,
I spotted a rock,
just laying there.
...
I will climb this mountain
cross islands of despair,
crawl over barren deserts
until I reach your heart my dear.
...
oh, Iowa your green rolling hills,
to be back here, brings my heart thrills,
my child hood was spent here
many memories have I, that are very dear.
...
Poetry is looking,
at a flower and,
seeing the beauty
hidden within.
...
Life is like a pathway,
as you walk down the road
of life,
you will see many sorrows,
...
What a year,
seems lke yesterday,
March 29,1965
is a day not
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