After years of telling
the world
my thoughts,

I want to keep my secrets.

I don't know you.

And now for something completely different ...


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I love this city.

Ain't nothing, but a heartache.
Tell me why.
Ain't nothing, but a mistake.

Lane, Phyllis A. Age 72, formerly of Lakeville. Passed away surrounded by her family on 4/23/07. Preceded in death by father, Otto. Survived by loving husband of 52 years, Gordon; children, Steve (Nancy), Deanna and Robert (Rebecca); grandchildren, Brett, Anna, Scott and Mitchell; her mother, Ann; brother, Bruce and sister, Kay Christensen; nieces ( Read more... )

I once had a friend who could always make me smile.

I miss that friend.
He does not recognize me anymore.

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He wore a hat of fur in the Russian fashion, his mustache twirled methodically at the edges. He put his hand around my waist in an attempt to make conversation, but I could not be swayed by a man with Jack Sparrow dreadlocks. He asked what we called home. Davis, we replied, nonchalant and uninterested. A stroke of luck! The band is playing in Davis ( Read more... )

People are fragile things,
you should know by now.
Be careful what you put them through.