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I saw you then, close friend, in secure comfort Glowing in the dusk of Hans Strijdom Drive late 1980 TV-Room's transparent side curtains- Brown checkered toddler table, Its seat's yellow spunge in a tear, Brave Star and a Chicken Drumstick... I remember your maternal face Lovingly indicating the spoon. I doubt you thought you were raising a fool As I sat there strapped in for all life to absorb. I wish I could talk to you, But I only have perspective now because our bonds were cut. To have had contact yet, what would I not know But to cherish you mostly? We had a picnic at the swimming pool, She was so happy and I could not understand- But she knew then that she was creating a memory Of how confused I was about how happy she was, once I followed the woman around everywhere and to the mall, And tours we did sharing thoughts and good patterns, She was my teacher and with that also came its dragons, A dear phone number I sorely miss To reason and to give accord to In another shape, another project And then she calls you by the sweet nickname only she calls you.

CuldeSac

What are words without understanding and what is understanding without sense?

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