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| The Aftermath Funny how tonight I sit alone and write As if hoping the words will suffice to in some way give some comfort to the soul Thought occurs to me, by now, you probably or possibly found another, for young whiper-snappers abound, they take what I, a short time ago, thought was mine Timelines on my face ingrained by virtue of the past as now the night and the moon, embark unto my heart, the aftermaths everlasting tune Wish you and yours well, may happiness and love be blessed upon you both, Maybe, someday I too will feel nothing Maybe, someday, I too will understand Copyright 2001 Dennis Hicks |