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herb
By Jonas
he gave me a ride on a day too hot for
walking
been in town since before the day
in the year
i was born
his wife she died in '88
and he still wears the ring
and every day he wakes is just another day
and every day he wakes it's just his neighborhood
and every day he wakes he keeps busy helping his nephew take care of the
yard
his hand rests on the wheel as he keeps me engaged in idle conversation
and the finger that holds his pledge is swollen around the gold
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© 2006 Jonas
Published on Thursday, January 5, 2006.
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A former member wrote:
A very touching yet beautiful write. Rebs:).
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A former member wrote:
All of the good people are dead or close to it. The world needs this generation back.
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A former member wrote:
well, I don't know... I'm divorced so I'm thinkin ol herb here gotta move on ;) but a very quaint tale thanks
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On Thursday, April 14, 2011, Jonas
(720)
wrote:
i should have noted that he was very old :-)
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On Saturday, February 25, 2006, manywalks
(750) wrote:
Poignant grace.
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On Thursday, January 19, 2006, urbanhumility
(1175) wrote:
touching.............................
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