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The problem is in my stars
It is them stars missy B
the night sky
Makes me feel lonely
I want go home
but still I want to stay here
and watch her grow up
strange she is a month old
and her mother is still wearing up that plastic bracelet from St Lukes


She lives in darkness
that can't be good for a baby
not to see the sky?

Who knows missy B
It beats the hell out of me.
I throw up my hands and look up at the tender indifference of the stars

She is a star,
mr. u and like a little blossom
to watch her blossom,
what to nurture
well, she's what's to nurture
and well worth the efforts.

This is the most beautiful post you've made,

what a heart and grow
-some, it's growing,
my friend and I'm glad I can know
the know of watching,
like watching stars in the sky,
feels really good,
and what a really good feeling
to be friends with you.

I wanted to tell you more.
But, bee well and I'll be here.

Been pretty spooky watching the interplay between mother and grandmother, and son caught in the middle.

Well you know the biotch don't want no intelektual talk
So I will leave it there
call it spooky action at close encounters

Who dat hottie be up in da pikture?

He iz fuh-ine!
Hook it up, son!
I don't care about no baby mama drama
he be a fine slice of cheezecake yo.

Hook it up

I can't make no more mistakes with him
we are both on "the desperate edge of now"
I just ran across that phrase on a BBC documentary about World War II
But it seems current
Thanks for the kind words lucy two dots
I am going to show him this page when I get a chance.
I think he will appreciate them.

I was in and around DC the summer of 76,
I think about my roots a lot too
tangled
here in the New World

I was trying to remember

I know I always come to the same situation,
but I think I know him, just sayin'
the familiarity.