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 Here is one of the issues that gets to me at times. I get songs "sent" to me more than I actually write them. I know that sounds nuts and crazy, but I have talked to many others with this ability and it is understood by them. It is almost like automatic writing but just a little more conscious to it. The thing that gets me is it can send one line to me and I will have to wait for the next. Or it will send the whole song all at once and I have to replay it over and over in my head to write it all down. Or this classic example of where I get two or three songs sent to me at the same time and a poem to boot. So I start writing it down and it comes out like this.

When you're gone you don't leave me at all
Your voice is still a whisper, away from my ears
And your vision doesn't just wash away
When you're gone you don't leave me at all

And the rest of the world still pales to me
when I think of you standing there
Bright as the very best day of the Spring
And fresh as the mountain top air
When you're gone you don't leave me at all

There may be miles and miles or none at all
and we just may be inches away
there is no doubt that you're part of me
cause our hearts beat the very same way
When you're gone you don't leave me at all
When you're gone you don't leave me
Oh you don't leave me,
alone in the dark without prayer...
Cause your very love has carried me
through this old life
When you're gone you don't leave me at all
When you're gone you don't leave me at all

The thanks that I give this day, are no bigger than the rest,
They hold the same dear meaning, the same value and same depth,
They are for every vision, of every passing day,
For smells carried by the winds, to my nose this way,
They are for all the notions, that pop into this head,
And for all the friends that read them,
It's the puns that they do dread.
For all my loving family, from blood or ranks of life,
For all my furry children, that keep me up at night.
For the souls that have found me, along this broken road,
For the Strength, Love, and Guidance, that each has gladly shown.
The thanks that I give this day, are no bigger than the rest,
They have always been the biggest kind, A life, with you, I'm blessed.

Things like this happen all the time and I have to figure out which part goes where.

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I just saw that a friend had posted that D&D was now on Steam. I am thinking it has been nearly 40 years since I first played the game. 1977, wow and I still remember my first character and what he was. I may even have his sheet around here somewhere too.



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