We must now settle the score putting its tally
behind and in the pages of history forever more,
Move forward to the dream that is landing at
the door. Forget differences, find similar ties,
there your go!
There is a crazy feeling I often peruse briefly
that you are exactly like me.
I can see mountain tops, whitewater rapids, an
entire flock of bald eagles, all simultaneously.
They sing in exaltation of the father giving
elation to the spirit. Living twice, you are freed,
the score only numbers.
Craig Arle
2-26-09
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