Summer of 46 or is it 64 not sure, is all most over. Although 1964 was a mighty good year. My mortality is showing. I have finally caught up with my honey. We are the same age now. He was right that I would catch up to him some day. Empty space no one in this place. Only old memories and that pleases my old dreamy dreams. So what do I have to lose? Anything Goes!
By Phyllis Aliano
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