James T. Karam

You are my country
I am a stranger
Always a stranger
In my country
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When I was young in my time
my family would take me to
Salem Willows in the summertime.

Oh those fond memories of Chop Suey at the Chine man place,
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Sitting at my coffee table
In my solitary apartment house
Looking through the window
At the spacious night sky
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I am a poet
Whom the readers
Ignore
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Loads of memory
water under da bridge
time flying by fast...
many thoughts old days past
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ABANDONED BY HER MASTER
She barked at me from time to time
I guess just to pass her time
This sad and lonely K-nine
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A mystic smile, from across the sea,
comes to me in a dream.

Far beyond your reaching arms,
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I never thought nor dreamed
Of going to a High School Reunion before
And the thought of it never entered into mind
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Remember
by
James Thomas Karam
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