The Bishop and the Butterfly: Murder, Politics, and the End of the Jazz Age
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    GOODBYE MR. SMITH

    By Richard Day on Tue, 12/20/2016 - 3:39am |

    Goodbye Mr. Smith

    A void that cannot be filled

    Haikus just aren't here

    I thought about this

    And I am so very lost

    Counting my fingers

    xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

    Sometimes it takes me awhile to digest a loss. I deny. Creative Corner was one man's corner in my mind.

    Two AM and all seems lost to me. Maybe I am reminded of my own mortality...

    That is all I got right now.

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    Whoever fixed this; THANK YOU.

    I wished to add a song in remembrance of Mr. Smith.

    I used to play this song years ago. Mr. Smith played it on some comment to one of my blogs awhile ago.

    I think he was making fun of me. hahahahah

    We used to make fun of each other.

    We would exchange ideas in the middle of the night.

    ha

    And we never were sure what the hell time it really was.

    hahahah

     

     


    by Richard Day on Tue, 12/20/2016 - 7:14am

    While we have fingers,
    uncurling from two clenched fists,
    we should count with them.

    Mr Smith will be quite pissed
    if he learns we lost heart now.


    by moat on Tue, 12/20/2016 - 5:16pm

    We should count with them.

    Five, then seven, back to five ...

    Syllabic laughter.

      He always knew the rhythm

      of life is in our fingers.

     

     

     

     


    by barefooted on Tue, 12/20/2016 - 7:12pm

    We should count with them
    and count upon each other.
    Break time is over.


    by moat on Tue, 12/20/2016 - 8:01pm

    Break time is over??

    Jeez ... just when I started to

    get a grip on things.

    wink


    by barefooted on Tue, 12/20/2016 - 8:41pm

    Missy, this is ten months late.

    I just did not get the allusion to:

    Get a grip on things.

    This line just got to me now.

    Yeah


    by Richard Day on Wed, 09/27/2017 - 9:33pm