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Most of what I've written has been published as e-books and is available at Amazon. Match Play is a golf/suspense novel. Dust of Autumn is a bloody one set in upstate New York. Prairie View is set in South Dakota, with a final scene atop Rattlesnake Butte. Life in the Arbor is a children's book about Rollie Rabbit and his friends (on about a fourth grade level). The Black Widow involves an elaborate extortion scheme. Happy Valley is set in a retirement community. Doggy-Dog World is my memoir. And ES3 is a description of my method for examining English sentence structure.
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Monday, June 27

Songs

I pulled out my notes on songs never quite completed, bits and pieces of clever ideas (at least I think so) that I never got around to finishing. So I finished two of them.

Down from the Mountain

Down from the mountain, / Into the shade, / Life is a fountain, / Death is a blade.

A blade can kill you / Or fill you with rage, / Just climbing the mountain / Won’t make you a sage.

A sage will sit wisely / And bask in the sun, / He knows that his journey / Doesn’t ask him to run.

He’ll saunter up slowly / Till he gets to the crest, / Where he’ll pause and gaze inward, / Then decide what is best.

Then come down from the mountain, / Into the shade, / Life is a fountain, / Death is a blade.

Love at Second Sight

Intro. It’s said that love is better / The second time around, / But sometimes second sightings / Are a lot more sound— / I know form personal experience / And here is what I found.

When I first saw you / I didn’t think much about you. / Then I saw you again / And I knew right then / I couldn’t live life without you.

It was love at second sight, / You and I were right— / How could I fight it? / I couldn’t just write it off. / Love at second sight, / Love at second sight, / It was so right for me.

When I first kissed you, / We just couldn’t get it together. / Then I kissed you again / And I knew right then / I wanted to kiss you forever.

It was love at second sight, / You and I were right— / How could I fight it? / I couldn’t just write it off. / Love at second sight, / Love at second sight, / It was so right for me.

And here are a few of the bits, still incomplete. Anyone out there who might like to give me a hand (or a line or two)?

I like the give and take of living / But there’s a whole lot / More taking than giving. / I like the bump and rub of loving / But there’s too little rubbing / And too much shoving.

I don’t love you anymore / But I sure as hell / Don’t love you any less.

The harder you hang onto love / The more it always seems to slip away

Somewhere I have never loved you, somewhere, / Somehow I have never known your touch.

We must be the most unlikely lovers

Woe to man is woman

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