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    hitalotposted 7 years ago

    Children !
    Forget the night'
    The forest of lavender sweet fragrance awaits'
    Forget the night by the pale moon light'
    That burdensome groove'

    We had embraced a brightened smile
    My dearest Pamela,
    There's a twinkle in her eye and smile

    Yet so very well pronounced,
    We have become accustomed to the night'
    Forget the night !
    We both had enhanced a brightened smile,
    That last dash to Mexico to enflate our egos
    She dances on the ring of fire'
    Then throws off a challenge with a shrug'


    Good Bye Jim we love and miss you very much !

    1. Kimberly Bunch profile image60
      Kimberly Bunchposted 7 years agoin reply to this

      As I was reading your poem I thought of the cemetery and ghost hunter people.