To My Dearest Freya:
Well it was never the ingrediance, it was always the ingredient. I’d give anything to walk through that back door and have some bacon and eggs with toast. A big cup of coffee with sugar and real cream. For dessert a big old slice of lemon pie.
I was a man from the eastern shore of marys land.
I fathered five children by two women.
This was the greatest thing I ever did.
The town that I came from,
as far as
Was so old, there was a sign that read dirt made here.
I was raised on a farm, and I took care of the animals,
they liked me, I think I was young and innocent,
and they knew I wouldn’t hurt them.
I have done many things,
and have been responsible for many deeds,
Not all good,
but in my heart I wanted it to be right.
I learned to live the old way,
and I learned how to be quiet and be happy with whom I was.
What I had and needed, no more.
People do not understand me,
and they never have.
I just smile when I hear people talk.
“he who saves one life, saves the whole world”
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