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Stories and books by Howard L Johnson,
IF I SHOULD BE TAKEN TO A PLACE FAR AWAY WHO WOULD MISS ME & WOULD THEY CARE ANY WAY AND WOULD IT MATTER WHAT THEY WOULD SAY THEY WOULD PROBABLY BE HAPPY JUST WATCHING ME LET MY LIFE SLIP AWAY IM SCREAMING FOR THE TRUTH AND STILL HIDING SO I COULD CRY ON ANOTHER ENDLESS ROAD WAITING MY LIFETIMES TO DIE DROWNING IN THE WATER WHERE HANDS COME REACHING THROUGH NOBODY SAID WHAT...WHAT YOU CAN DO THEY ALL JUST LOOKED AROUND AND POINTED AT YOU DARK EYES BLUE SMILES CRYING TEARDROPS RAINING DYING PAIN AGONY JUST SLIPPING AWAY BREATHING MY BREATH AT A TIME ONE STEP AT A TIME I WILL CLIMB ONE OF THESE DAYS I WILL FIND MINE ONE OF THESE DAYS ONE OF THESE DAYS ONE OF THESE DAYS I WILL FIND MIND TIME HAS RUN OUT THEY'RE ASKING ME TO GO I'M NEEDED ELSE WHERE OR SO I AM TOLD NEVER THE LESS WHAT IT IS WILL BE CAUSE IN MY MIND YOU WILL NEVER MISS ME BREATHING MY BREATH OUT OF TIME ONE STEP AT A TIME I WILL CLIMB ONE OF THESE DAYS I WILL FIND MINE ONE OF THESE DAYS ONE OF THESE DAYS ONE OF THESE DAYS I WILL FIND MINE |
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2008 Dawn Barker
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