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Archive for December, 2014

HOW I WISH..

 

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How I wish.. I could hold you in my arms, when your feeling so all alone,
I wish I had the courage, to tell you how you make my pulse quicken,
Every time your image crosses my mind, then you would surely know,
Like a spider bite that starts to swell, once you have been bitten.

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How I wish.. I could be there with you, when your feeling so very sad,
And whisper sweet nothings in your ear, while I wipe away your tears,
I wish I could play my guaitar for you,that would make me very glad
Singing a spanish love song softly for only you, my dear.

know that I will always be there, anytime for you night or day,
how I wish.. you could hear, me whisper your name softly every night,
Before I fall asleep, I thank God for you when I pray.
I wish you could know, I think your just ” out of sight”

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How I wish..I could be with you when you need a shoulder to lean on,
Just having you near me, while you tell me what your feeling inside,
Hugging each other tight, while you cry for family that are now gone,
I should have told you so long ago, and swallowed my foolish pride.

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How I wish.. I could turn back the clock, to the fist time we ever met,
I would see your pretty smile, and look upon your beautiful face,
We would have started to laugh and talk, and went on with no regrets,
And all these feelings of sorrow now, would have all been erased.

I hope your very happy, with the one who has taken my place,
May he love ,honor and charrish you, as I do each and every day,
Your happines, is all that is mostly important to me,
Just know, that I am with you always, from now to eternity.

 

 

 

 

“THE STETSON MAN”

 

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Louis Santana, was a man I knew, always known for his western wear,
Long white sideburns,curled end mustach, always in a stetson hat,
Slick blue jeans, shiny colored boots, who never wore a dirty pair.
Always with a smile,danced once in while, Louis was known for that.

Loved his family, fought in the war, always drove a shiny car,
Mexican music, his true love was Milly, sometimes sang in a bar,
He was known for his “stenson hats”, wore one almost everyday,
Had black ones,and brown ones, but always loved the gray.

I will always remember, his smile and good manners,and love for his family,
He had regrets, for things done in the past, wished he could take back,
I always told him,“ We’ve all have done them”, and paid the penalty,
“And if people won’t forgive, that is on them, and they can kiss our ass.”

I loved this man, who knew how to dance, to all his Mexican tunes,
He talked of his kids, Louie and Victor, but Olivia was his special one,
We talked all the time, and he told me things, no one else ever knew,
As I drove him around, We would laugh and frown, always having fun.

“THE STETSON MAN” a name that fit, for he had so many of them,
Boxed very neat, wrapped up in plastic, everyone looked brand new,
He took pride in his hats, everyone knew that, he wore one till the end
I miss my friend, think of him now and then, looking very cool.

The next time you see, a man in a stetson, remember my friend for me,
You would have loved him, for his class and devotion, for all his family,
Not sure when he started, his love for stenson’s, maybe when he was a kid.
I never knew anyone, who loved these hats, the way Louis Santana did,

In his stenson hat, dressed to impress, always in shiny boots,
Nice pressed shirt, pressed blue jeans , always looking grand,
Driving his car, hearing a song, sometimes dressed in a suit,
But most of all, I will never forget, my friend, “ THE STETSON MAN”.

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