this night lonely
and beautiful
surrounded by noises of social birds
periodic crickets
calm waters
somehow breaks into nostalgia
love lost
and failed to let go of
this night
i want her skin
blanket warm beside me
the memory smell of her
a kiss in the morning
i want to be four years ago
making love in a tent in north ontario
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Hi Johnny,
Keep the faith, the riding should get better. The pros say you have to crash before you're a real biker - guess this means you've arrived. Anyhow your butt will get better and so will your knee.
Raining here and about 4 degrees so no riding fo me today.
Say hello to Derek for me.
Pops.
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