Photographer with a Pen, Poet with a Lens. (Profile Woodcut with much gratitude and courtesy of Loren Kantor Woodcuts) All Photographs Taken By the Author.
When I’m dead Spread my ashes From High Peak To Skull Rock Then sail away From The Malibu To The Santa Monica Pier Party Without Me When I’m no longer here This raining November Will make it all so clear Party Without Me When I’m no longer here That will for sure be me On the ocean breeze The glints and hints From Decembers freeze Throw caution with the ashes Take the winds with ease Party Without Me Knowing I’ll be pleased When I’m dead Spread my ashes From High Peak To Skull Rock When everything else fails Talking all about me Walking my favorite trails Some hearts will break As their mind impales Party Without Me When I’m no longer here.
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K. Stofer Smith Rag Content Libro Dos (Copyright) Page 56 / November 1997
Photographer with a Pen, Poet with a Lens. (Profile Woodcut with much gratitude and courtesy of Loren Kantor Woodcuts) All Photographs Taken By the Author.
