Dion

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    Dion

    Let me start off by sayin that I miss you,
    I wish you,
    Were right by my side in the physical,
    Not spiritual,
    I know you know exactly how I feel,
    Everytime I was about to peel,
    You kept my head on tight like a seal,
    I just wonder where you would be right now,
    Never wanted to see you put underground,
    It's foul,
    I still choke up when you name exits my mouth,
    I just wish you were here right now,
    So we could chill at the house,
    I guess you're in a better place,
    As I sit and remember your face,
    As if I just saw you yesterday,
    BUt that's not the case,
    I can't wait til August 30th,
    You may not know it but the 6 hour drive is well worth it,
    I only speak a few words but at least I know you heard it,
    You were gone in an instant,
    Only here for a minute,
    Not it got me wishin,
    We got to do the things that we didn't,
    You never got to see your prime,
    You left me with a profound love to rhyme,
    When you were taken before your time,
    I haven't seen you in years as I,
    Struggle to hold back these tears as I,
    Realize you're my best friend, so I don't mind who hears,
    Speakin to your family is the proudest moment in my life,
    The worst moment came knowin you weren't comin back that night,
    But even in the after life you kept my mind right,
    Knowin I can communicate with you every time that I write,
    You know how I feel in my heart,
    How it's so hard that your loss still tears me apart,
    But you're still in my mind, still in my thoughts,
    And I remember everything that you taught,
    Everyone that you fought, I know it's not your fault,
    Fell victim to fate,
    And I can't wait,
    To see you welcome me at that white Pearly gate.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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