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	<title type="text">Poetry</title>
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	<entry>
		<title>[21] &quot;that old man&quot;</title>
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		<published>2005-12-17T23:38:10Z</published>
		<updated>2005-12-17T23:38:10Z</updated>
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		<author>
			<name>John</name>
		<email>johnsinclair001@hotmail.com</email>
		</author>
		<summary type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #119&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;that old man&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   robert lowell said, &lt;br /&gt; &amp;quot;living without you&lt;br /&gt; is like learning to walk&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   but twice now i&amp;#39;ve had&lt;br /&gt; to learn to walk, &amp;amp; living&lt;br /&gt; without you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   is a much harder proposition, &lt;br /&gt; more difficult indeed&lt;br /&gt; than simply growing old alone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   but how old&lt;br /&gt; can a man get&lt;br /&gt; who has already lived twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   as long as he ever in-&lt;br /&gt; tended, every day&lt;br /&gt; is a whole new thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      never before contemplated&lt;br /&gt; or even imagined&lt;br /&gt; but a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   from the gods&lt;br /&gt; who administer our sentences&lt;br /&gt; with their twisted sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;amp; when the beatles&lt;br /&gt; asked the question&lt;br /&gt; so long ago, will you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   need me, will you&lt;br /&gt; still feed me&lt;br /&gt; when i&amp;#39;m sixty-four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   the answer&lt;br /&gt; is not at all the one&lt;br /&gt; i had expected, of course, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   but i&amp;#39;ll keep on living&lt;br /&gt; as long as i can&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; make the most of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      as best as i am able, a-&lt;br /&gt; wash in the love of my daughters&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; my incredible granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;amp; my treasured friends&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; countless co-conspirators&lt;br /&gt; wherever i go--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   that old man, &lt;br /&gt; still alive &amp;amp; kicking&lt;br /&gt; with both feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;--amsterdam&lt;br /&gt; september 28/&lt;br /&gt; october 2, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #119&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;that old man&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   robert lowell said, &lt;br /&gt; &amp;quot;living without you&lt;br /&gt; is like learning to walk&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   but twice now i&amp;#39;ve had&lt;br /&gt; to learn to walk, &amp;amp; living&lt;br /&gt; without you in my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   is a much harder proposition, &lt;br /&gt; more difficult indeed&lt;br /&gt; than simply growing old alone, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   but how old&lt;br /&gt; can a man get&lt;br /&gt; who has already lived twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   as long as he ever in-&lt;br /&gt; tended, every day&lt;br /&gt; is a whole new thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      never before contemplated&lt;br /&gt; or even imagined&lt;br /&gt; but a gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   from the gods&lt;br /&gt; who administer our sentences&lt;br /&gt; with their twisted sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;amp; when the beatles&lt;br /&gt; asked the question&lt;br /&gt; so long ago, will you still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   need me, will you&lt;br /&gt; still feed me&lt;br /&gt; when i&amp;#39;m sixty-four?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   the answer&lt;br /&gt; is not at all the one&lt;br /&gt; i had expected, of course, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   but i&amp;#39;ll keep on living&lt;br /&gt; as long as i can&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; make the most of it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      as best as i am able, a-&lt;br /&gt; wash in the love of my daughters&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; my incredible granddaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &amp;amp; my treasured friends&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; countless co-conspirators&lt;br /&gt; wherever i go--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   that old man, &lt;br /&gt; still alive &amp;amp; kicking&lt;br /&gt; with both feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;em&gt;--amsterdam&lt;br /&gt; september 28/&lt;br /&gt; october 2, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>[20] &quot;i'll follow you&quot;</title>
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		<published>2005-12-17T23:35:19Z</published>
		<updated>2005-12-17T23:35:19Z</updated>
		<id>http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/207-20-qill-follow-youq.html</id>
		<author>
			<name>John</name>
		<email>johnsinclair001@hotmail.com</email>
		</author>
		<summary type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;i&amp;#39;ll follow you&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i&amp;#39;ve spent more&lt;br /&gt; than a quarter of a century&lt;br /&gt; with you em-&lt;br /&gt; bedded at the center&lt;br /&gt; of my life, &amp;amp; i&amp;#39;m still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   just as crazy&lt;br /&gt; about you as i&amp;#39;ve&lt;br /&gt; always been, even though&lt;br /&gt; we&amp;#39;ve been a-&lt;br /&gt; part these two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; a half years, &amp;amp; you&lt;br /&gt; may never join me&lt;br /&gt; in the life i&amp;#39;m seeking&lt;br /&gt; on the other side&lt;br /&gt; of the atlantic ocean, but now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i&amp;#39;m right here&lt;br /&gt; in the motor city&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; you don&amp;#39;t want to see me, &lt;br /&gt; i guess i thought&lt;br /&gt; you would never leave me be-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  hind, but how wrong&lt;br /&gt; can a motherfucker be, &lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; now it would seem&lt;br /&gt; that you ve started&lt;br /&gt; a new life for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  without me in it, &lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; i wouldn&amp;#39;t blame you, &lt;br /&gt; to find another man&lt;br /&gt; who can be there for you&lt;br /&gt; when you need him, &amp;amp; help you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  with your troubles, &lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; hold you&lt;br /&gt; through the cold detroit nights&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; bring you the semblance of happiness&lt;br /&gt; i know you deserve -- oh, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    if i&amp;#39;ve lost you&lt;br /&gt; i ve lost the love&lt;br /&gt; of my life, heart&lt;br /&gt; of my heart, lover&lt;br /&gt; of my wildest dreams, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  forgiver of my trespasses, &lt;br /&gt; faithful wife &amp;amp; companion&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; partner in crime&lt;br /&gt; as long as you could stand it, &lt;br /&gt; you&amp;#39;ve followed me so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  against all possible odds&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; i can feel you turning a-&lt;br /&gt; way from me&lt;br /&gt; although not a word&lt;br /&gt; has been spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  but if you don&amp;#39;t want me&lt;br /&gt; i won&amp;#39;t stand in your way, &lt;br /&gt; if i can&amp;#39;t make it be right&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; there&amp;#39;s no happy ending&lt;br /&gt; to our protracted romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i wish you the best, &lt;br /&gt; my baby, &lt;br /&gt; all the best of everything&lt;br /&gt; i wish i could give you&lt;br /&gt; for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;--detroit&lt;br /&gt; august 20/30-31, 2005/&lt;br /&gt; amsterdam&lt;br /&gt; october 10, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #40&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt;&amp;quot;i&amp;#39;ll follow you&amp;quot;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    i&amp;#39;ve spent more&lt;br /&gt; than a quarter of a century&lt;br /&gt; with you em-&lt;br /&gt; bedded at the center&lt;br /&gt; of my life, &amp;amp; i&amp;#39;m still&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   just as crazy&lt;br /&gt; about you as i&amp;#39;ve&lt;br /&gt; always been, even though&lt;br /&gt; we&amp;#39;ve been a-&lt;br /&gt; part these two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; a half years, &amp;amp; you&lt;br /&gt; may never join me&lt;br /&gt; in the life i&amp;#39;m seeking&lt;br /&gt; on the other side&lt;br /&gt; of the atlantic ocean, but now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i&amp;#39;m right here&lt;br /&gt; in the motor city&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; you don&amp;#39;t want to see me, &lt;br /&gt; i guess i thought&lt;br /&gt; you would never leave me be-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  hind, but how wrong&lt;br /&gt; can a motherfucker be, &lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; now it would seem&lt;br /&gt; that you ve started&lt;br /&gt; a new life for yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  without me in it, &lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; i wouldn&amp;#39;t blame you, &lt;br /&gt; to find another man&lt;br /&gt; who can be there for you&lt;br /&gt; when you need him, &amp;amp; help you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  with your troubles, &lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; hold you&lt;br /&gt; through the cold detroit nights&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; bring you the semblance of happiness&lt;br /&gt; i know you deserve -- oh, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    if i&amp;#39;ve lost you&lt;br /&gt; i ve lost the love&lt;br /&gt; of my life, heart&lt;br /&gt; of my heart, lover&lt;br /&gt; of my wildest dreams, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  forgiver of my trespasses, &lt;br /&gt; faithful wife &amp;amp; companion&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; partner in crime&lt;br /&gt; as long as you could stand it, &lt;br /&gt; you&amp;#39;ve followed me so long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  against all possible odds&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; i can feel you turning a-&lt;br /&gt; way from me&lt;br /&gt; although not a word&lt;br /&gt; has been spoken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  but if you don&amp;#39;t want me&lt;br /&gt; i won&amp;#39;t stand in your way, &lt;br /&gt; if i can&amp;#39;t make it be right&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; there&amp;#39;s no happy ending&lt;br /&gt; to our protracted romance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  i wish you the best, &lt;br /&gt; my baby, &lt;br /&gt; all the best of everything&lt;br /&gt; i wish i could give you&lt;br /&gt; for the rest of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;--detroit&lt;br /&gt; august 20/30-31, 2005/&lt;br /&gt; amsterdam&lt;br /&gt; october 10, 2005&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>[19] &quot;criss cross&quot;</title>
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		<published>2005-12-17T23:34:46Z</published>
		<updated>2005-12-17T23:34:46Z</updated>
		<id>http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/206-19-qcriss-crossq.html</id>
		<author>
			<name>John</name>
		<email>johnsinclair001@hotmail.com</email>
		</author>
		<summary type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; criss cross &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny, &lt;br /&gt; on our 15th wedding anniversary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ever since that night&lt;br /&gt; at cobb&amp;#39;s corner&lt;br /&gt; in 1979, when i saw you criss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  crossing the floor, your perfect ass a-&lt;br /&gt; swing &amp;amp; a-sway, oh&lt;br /&gt; it was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  at first sight, &amp;amp; i ve stayed that way&lt;br /&gt; through all the crazy changes&lt;br /&gt; we managed to endure, criss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  crossing in &amp;amp; out &lt;br /&gt; of each other&amp;#39;s lives, splitting up&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; coming back together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  so many times, until we were joined &lt;br /&gt; as husband &amp;amp; wife at last&lt;br /&gt; on that bright first day of 1989 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; 15 years later, i still love you &lt;br /&gt; more every day, &amp;amp; i ll keep on loving you&lt;br /&gt; as long as i have life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; if I have to be so far a-&lt;br /&gt; way from you&lt;br /&gt; on this lucky day, i m out here criss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  crossing the ocean to find&lt;br /&gt; a place where i can bring you&lt;br /&gt; to live out our days together, baby, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;oh yeah happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      amsterdam&lt;br /&gt; december 26, 2003/&lt;br /&gt;  s-graveland&lt;br /&gt; january 3, 2004/&lt;br /&gt; rotterdam&lt;br /&gt; january 7, 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; criss cross &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny, &lt;br /&gt; on our 15th wedding anniversary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   ever since that night&lt;br /&gt; at cobb&amp;#39;s corner&lt;br /&gt; in 1979, when i saw you criss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  crossing the floor, your perfect ass a-&lt;br /&gt; swing &amp;amp; a-sway, oh&lt;br /&gt; it was love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  at first sight, &amp;amp; i ve stayed that way&lt;br /&gt; through all the crazy changes&lt;br /&gt; we managed to endure, criss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  crossing in &amp;amp; out &lt;br /&gt; of each other&amp;#39;s lives, splitting up&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; coming back together &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  so many times, until we were joined &lt;br /&gt; as husband &amp;amp; wife at last&lt;br /&gt; on that bright first day of 1989 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; 15 years later, i still love you &lt;br /&gt; more every day, &amp;amp; i ll keep on loving you&lt;br /&gt; as long as i have life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; if I have to be so far a-&lt;br /&gt; way from you&lt;br /&gt; on this lucky day, i m out here criss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  crossing the ocean to find&lt;br /&gt; a place where i can bring you&lt;br /&gt; to live out our days together, baby, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;oh yeah happily ever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      amsterdam&lt;br /&gt; december 26, 2003/&lt;br /&gt;  s-graveland&lt;br /&gt; january 3, 2004/&lt;br /&gt; rotterdam&lt;br /&gt; january 7, 2004&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>[18] &quot;sixteen&quot; (&quot;unorthodoxy&quot;)</title>
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		<published>2005-12-17T23:34:10Z</published>
		<updated>2005-12-17T23:34:10Z</updated>
		<id>http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/205-18-qsixteenq-qunorthodoxyq.html</id>
		<author>
			<name>John</name>
		<email>johnsinclair001@hotmail.com</email>
		</author>
		<summary type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; sixteen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ( unorthodoxy ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i ve been in love with you&lt;br /&gt; for sixteen years, since the night&lt;br /&gt; i first spotted you&lt;br /&gt; across the room at cobb&amp;#39;s corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; through all the ups &lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; downs our course &lt;br /&gt; has laid for us, two headstrong lovers&lt;br /&gt; determined to get what we want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  from each other, &amp;amp; from&lt;br /&gt; the world at large, un-&lt;br /&gt; orthodox to the bone&lt;br /&gt; but just as much in love with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  as any two people can be &lt;br /&gt; baby, now it&amp;#39;s seven years&lt;br /&gt; since our wedding day, &amp;amp; i m more crazy&lt;br /&gt; about you than ever before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;french quarter&lt;br /&gt; new orleans&lt;br /&gt; december 22, 1995&lt;br /&gt; for our seventh anniversary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #37&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; sixteen &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ( unorthodoxy ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i ve been in love with you&lt;br /&gt; for sixteen years, since the night&lt;br /&gt; i first spotted you&lt;br /&gt; across the room at cobb&amp;#39;s corner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; through all the ups &lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; downs our course &lt;br /&gt; has laid for us, two headstrong lovers&lt;br /&gt; determined to get what we want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  from each other, &amp;amp; from&lt;br /&gt; the world at large, un-&lt;br /&gt; orthodox to the bone&lt;br /&gt; but just as much in love with each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  as any two people can be &lt;br /&gt; baby, now it&amp;#39;s seven years&lt;br /&gt; since our wedding day, &amp;amp; i m more crazy&lt;br /&gt; about you than ever before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;french quarter&lt;br /&gt; new orleans&lt;br /&gt; december 22, 1995&lt;br /&gt; for our seventh anniversary&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>[17] &quot;i didn't know about you&quot;</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/204-17-qi-didnt-know-about-youq.html"/>
		<published>2005-12-17T23:33:28Z</published>
		<updated>2005-12-17T23:33:28Z</updated>
		<id>http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/204-17-qi-didnt-know-about-youq.html</id>
		<author>
			<name>John</name>
		<email>johnsinclair001@hotmail.com</email>
		</author>
		<summary type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #129&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt; i didn t know about you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   when you thought i&lt;br /&gt; didn t care, &amp;amp; that&lt;br /&gt; i would never&lt;br /&gt; understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  what was wrong&lt;br /&gt; between us, it made me so happy&lt;br /&gt; to show you how i knew&lt;br /&gt; i ve been wrong so long &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  but i m not too&lt;br /&gt; old to change, nor to learn&lt;br /&gt; to appreciate&lt;br /&gt; how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  or to try &amp;amp; make up&lt;br /&gt; for all the wrong i ve done&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; put you first for once&lt;br /&gt; in my life oh, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  baby, let me do for you&lt;br /&gt; what you ve done for me so long, &lt;br /&gt; let me put you&lt;br /&gt; above all else, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  let me place my faith in you&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; please trust me, &lt;br /&gt; baby, don t be afraid, &lt;br /&gt; i won t be wrong no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;after bobby  blue  bland&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; walter  wolfman  washington, &lt;br /&gt; decatur street, new orleans&lt;br /&gt; august 17, 1993&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #129&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;strong&gt; i didn t know about you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   when you thought i&lt;br /&gt; didn t care, &amp;amp; that&lt;br /&gt; i would never&lt;br /&gt; understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  what was wrong&lt;br /&gt; between us, it made me so happy&lt;br /&gt; to show you how i knew&lt;br /&gt; i ve been wrong so long &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  but i m not too&lt;br /&gt; old to change, nor to learn&lt;br /&gt; to appreciate&lt;br /&gt; how much you mean to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  or to try &amp;amp; make up&lt;br /&gt; for all the wrong i ve done&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; put you first for once&lt;br /&gt; in my life oh, now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  baby, let me do for you&lt;br /&gt; what you ve done for me so long, &lt;br /&gt; let me put you&lt;br /&gt; above all else, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  let me place my faith in you&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; please trust me, &lt;br /&gt; baby, don t be afraid, &lt;br /&gt; i won t be wrong no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;after bobby  blue  bland&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; walter  wolfman  washington, &lt;br /&gt; decatur street, new orleans&lt;br /&gt; august 17, 1993&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>[16] &quot;willow weep for me&quot;</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/203-16-qwillow-weep-for-meq.html"/>
		<published>2005-12-17T23:32:50Z</published>
		<updated>2005-12-17T23:32:50Z</updated>
		<id>http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/203-16-qwillow-weep-for-meq.html</id>
		<author>
			<name>John</name>
		<email>johnsinclair001@hotmail.com</email>
		</author>
		<summary type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; willow weep for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i know a man who loves you&lt;br /&gt; is a hard thing to give up, &lt;br /&gt; but when the good feeling&lt;br /&gt; is gone, &amp;amp; all you can think of&lt;br /&gt; is how bad things had gotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; the thought of a future&lt;br /&gt; with the same man&lt;br /&gt; even though he loves you&lt;br /&gt; is a terrifying prospect&lt;br /&gt; because you just don t want him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  any more, i know you feel&lt;br /&gt; we ve been through this thing together&lt;br /&gt; too many times&lt;br /&gt; to make it work&lt;br /&gt; if we try it again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  five times we ve been in love&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; lived as man &amp;amp; wife, &lt;br /&gt; five times we ve split apart &lt;br /&gt; five years since we married, &lt;br /&gt; three months since you went away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  now i have to learn to live&lt;br /&gt; without you in my life&lt;br /&gt; though i can t stand to see you go &lt;br /&gt; i m the man who loves you, &lt;br /&gt; but baby don t want me no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;superior street&lt;br /&gt; detroit&lt;br /&gt; july 26, 1993&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #34&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; willow weep for me &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   i know a man who loves you&lt;br /&gt; is a hard thing to give up, &lt;br /&gt; but when the good feeling&lt;br /&gt; is gone, &amp;amp; all you can think of&lt;br /&gt; is how bad things had gotten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; the thought of a future&lt;br /&gt; with the same man&lt;br /&gt; even though he loves you&lt;br /&gt; is a terrifying prospect&lt;br /&gt; because you just don t want him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  any more, i know you feel&lt;br /&gt; we ve been through this thing together&lt;br /&gt; too many times&lt;br /&gt; to make it work&lt;br /&gt; if we try it again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  five times we ve been in love&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; lived as man &amp;amp; wife, &lt;br /&gt; five times we ve split apart &lt;br /&gt; five years since we married, &lt;br /&gt; three months since you went away &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  now i have to learn to live&lt;br /&gt; without you in my life&lt;br /&gt; though i can t stand to see you go &lt;br /&gt; i m the man who loves you, &lt;br /&gt; but baby don t want me no more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;superior street&lt;br /&gt; detroit&lt;br /&gt; july 26, 1993&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>[15] &quot;bye-ya&quot;</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/202-15-qbye-yaq.html"/>
		<published>2005-12-17T23:32:20Z</published>
		<updated>2005-12-17T23:32:20Z</updated>
		<id>http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/202-15-qbye-yaq.html</id>
		<author>
			<name>John</name>
		<email>johnsinclair001@hotmail.com</email>
		</author>
		<summary type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; bye-ya &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for my daughter sunny&lt;br /&gt; on her 24th birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   in the middle&lt;br /&gt; of my 50th&lt;br /&gt; year on this planet,&lt;br /&gt; each one of them spent&lt;br /&gt; in the great lake state&lt;br /&gt; of michigan, once &amp;amp; future o-&lt;br /&gt; jibway territory, &amp;amp; my only home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  in this world to date &lt;br /&gt; in this 50th year&lt;br /&gt; it is time&lt;br /&gt; to leave behind the land&lt;br /&gt; of my humble ancestors&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; resettle in the southland&lt;br /&gt; of my sunniest dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  so let me say my goodbyes&lt;br /&gt; to harrison &amp;amp; clare, &lt;br /&gt; ubly, kinde &amp;amp; port austin, &lt;br /&gt; owosso, wyandotte, berkley &amp;amp; flint, &lt;br /&gt; davison, albion, beloved detroit, &lt;br /&gt; the house of correction, &lt;br /&gt; ann arbor, jackson &amp;amp; marquette &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; while my darling sunny&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; my dear mother elsie&lt;br /&gt; must be left behind, &amp;amp; all the family&lt;br /&gt; of my wife&amp;#39;s left in detroit, &lt;br /&gt; we re moving out&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; heading south, to where the weather&lt;br /&gt; better suits our clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; the sunshine we seek&lt;br /&gt; may bring warmth to our bones&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; help mend our broken hearts, &lt;br /&gt; where the music that fills up the very air&lt;br /&gt; will heal our aches &amp;amp; pains&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; the ancestral spirits of the city&lt;br /&gt; we wish to adopt as our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  may lend us the balm of hope&lt;br /&gt; for our sorely battered temperaments aww, &lt;br /&gt; c mon, baby, it&amp;#39;s time for us to go&lt;br /&gt; way down behind the sun&lt;br /&gt; to the land of new orleans &lt;br /&gt; time to leave all our winters behind&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; lift our spirits up to the southern sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt; edward blackwell tribute  &lt;br /&gt; riverboat hallelujah&lt;br /&gt; new orleans jazz &amp;amp; heritage festival&lt;br /&gt; may 4, 1991/&lt;br /&gt; harmonie park&lt;br /&gt; detroit&lt;br /&gt; may 25, 1991&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #43&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; bye-ya &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for my daughter sunny&lt;br /&gt; on her 24th birthday&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   in the middle&lt;br /&gt; of my 50th&lt;br /&gt; year on this planet,&lt;br /&gt; each one of them spent&lt;br /&gt; in the great lake state&lt;br /&gt; of michigan, once &amp;amp; future o-&lt;br /&gt; jibway territory, &amp;amp; my only home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  in this world to date &lt;br /&gt; in this 50th year&lt;br /&gt; it is time&lt;br /&gt; to leave behind the land&lt;br /&gt; of my humble ancestors&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; resettle in the southland&lt;br /&gt; of my sunniest dreams &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  so let me say my goodbyes&lt;br /&gt; to harrison &amp;amp; clare, &lt;br /&gt; ubly, kinde &amp;amp; port austin, &lt;br /&gt; owosso, wyandotte, berkley &amp;amp; flint, &lt;br /&gt; davison, albion, beloved detroit, &lt;br /&gt; the house of correction, &lt;br /&gt; ann arbor, jackson &amp;amp; marquette &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; while my darling sunny&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; my dear mother elsie&lt;br /&gt; must be left behind, &amp;amp; all the family&lt;br /&gt; of my wife&amp;#39;s left in detroit, &lt;br /&gt; we re moving out&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; heading south, to where the weather&lt;br /&gt; better suits our clothes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; the sunshine we seek&lt;br /&gt; may bring warmth to our bones&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; help mend our broken hearts, &lt;br /&gt; where the music that fills up the very air&lt;br /&gt; will heal our aches &amp;amp; pains&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; the ancestral spirits of the city&lt;br /&gt; we wish to adopt as our own&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  may lend us the balm of hope&lt;br /&gt; for our sorely battered temperaments aww, &lt;br /&gt; c mon, baby, it&amp;#39;s time for us to go&lt;br /&gt; way down behind the sun&lt;br /&gt; to the land of new orleans &lt;br /&gt; time to leave all our winters behind&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; lift our spirits up to the southern sky&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt; edward blackwell tribute  &lt;br /&gt; riverboat hallelujah&lt;br /&gt; new orleans jazz &amp;amp; heritage festival&lt;br /&gt; may 4, 1991/&lt;br /&gt; harmonie park&lt;br /&gt; detroit&lt;br /&gt; may 25, 1991&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>[14] &quot;just one way to say) i love you&quot;</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/201-14-qjust-one-way-to-say-i-love-youq.html"/>
		<published>2005-12-17T23:31:45Z</published>
		<updated>2005-12-17T23:31:45Z</updated>
		<id>http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/201-14-qjust-one-way-to-say-i-love-youq.html</id>
		<author>
			<name>John</name>
		<email>johnsinclair001@hotmail.com</email>
		</author>
		<summary type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #118&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; (just one way to say) i love you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny, on our wedding day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   you thought this day&lt;br /&gt; would never come, &lt;br /&gt; that we would stand up here&lt;br /&gt; in front of our friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  as husband &amp;amp; wife, ex-&lt;br /&gt; changing vows of fidelity&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; connubial bliss, under the cover&lt;br /&gt; of law, &amp;amp; the church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  of universal life, &lt;br /&gt; the blessing&lt;br /&gt; that all four&lt;br /&gt; of our daughters could join us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  on this first day&lt;br /&gt; of a bright new year, &lt;br /&gt; blue skies &amp;amp; the promise&lt;br /&gt; that what we start right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  here, right now will last&lt;br /&gt; even longer than the time&lt;br /&gt; it&amp;#39;s taken us to get here, in the 10th&lt;br /&gt; year of our struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  to make it to the altar, &lt;br /&gt; there&amp;#39;s just the one way left&lt;br /&gt; to say i love you&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; baby, oh baby, &lt;em&gt;i do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   harmonie park&lt;br /&gt; detroit&lt;br /&gt; january 1, 1989&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #118&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; (just one way to say) i love you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny, on our wedding day&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   you thought this day&lt;br /&gt; would never come, &lt;br /&gt; that we would stand up here&lt;br /&gt; in front of our friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  as husband &amp;amp; wife, ex-&lt;br /&gt; changing vows of fidelity&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; connubial bliss, under the cover&lt;br /&gt; of law, &amp;amp; the church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  of universal life, &lt;br /&gt; the blessing&lt;br /&gt; that all four&lt;br /&gt; of our daughters could join us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  on this first day&lt;br /&gt; of a bright new year, &lt;br /&gt; blue skies &amp;amp; the promise&lt;br /&gt; that what we start right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  here, right now will last&lt;br /&gt; even longer than the time&lt;br /&gt; it&amp;#39;s taken us to get here, in the 10th&lt;br /&gt; year of our struggle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  to make it to the altar, &lt;br /&gt; there&amp;#39;s just the one way left&lt;br /&gt; to say i love you&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; baby, oh baby, &lt;em&gt;i do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   harmonie park&lt;br /&gt; detroit&lt;br /&gt; january 1, 1989&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>[13] &quot;boo boo&quot;s birthday&quot;</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/200-13-qboo-booqs-birthdayq.html"/>
		<published>2005-12-17T23:31:04Z</published>
		<updated>2005-12-17T23:31:04Z</updated>
		<id>http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/200-13-qboo-booqs-birthdayq.html</id>
		<author>
			<name>John</name>
		<email>johnsinclair001@hotmail.com</email>
		</author>
		<summary type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #135&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; boo boo&amp;#39;s birthday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   it was the way you came&lt;br /&gt; back to me&lt;br /&gt; on my birthday last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; how you started&lt;br /&gt; to go away again&lt;br /&gt; when your own birthday&lt;br /&gt; came around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  what a pair of bozos, &lt;br /&gt; to go through the changes&lt;br /&gt; we went through last year, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  to leave each other once more&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; stumble around&lt;br /&gt; like a couple of clowns&lt;br /&gt; until we could see the error&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  of our ways, &lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; face the music&lt;br /&gt; only the two of us can make &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  now i ve passed another birthday, &lt;br /&gt; my 47th, &amp;amp; today&lt;br /&gt; you turn 34, &amp;amp; baby, &lt;br /&gt; i ve never loved you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;harmonie park&lt;br /&gt; detroit&lt;br /&gt; november 1, 1988&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #135&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; boo boo&amp;#39;s birthday &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   it was the way you came&lt;br /&gt; back to me&lt;br /&gt; on my birthday last year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &amp;amp; how you started&lt;br /&gt; to go away again&lt;br /&gt; when your own birthday&lt;br /&gt; came around &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  what a pair of bozos, &lt;br /&gt; to go through the changes&lt;br /&gt; we went through last year, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  to leave each other once more&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; stumble around&lt;br /&gt; like a couple of clowns&lt;br /&gt; until we could see the error&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  of our ways, &lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; face the music&lt;br /&gt; only the two of us can make &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  now i ve passed another birthday, &lt;br /&gt; my 47th, &amp;amp; today&lt;br /&gt; you turn 34, &amp;amp; baby, &lt;br /&gt; i ve never loved you more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;harmonie park&lt;br /&gt; detroit&lt;br /&gt; november 1, 1988&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
	</entry>
	<entry>
		<title>[12] &quot;all alone&quot;</title>
		<link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/199-12-qall-aloneq.html"/>
		<published>2005-12-17T23:30:32Z</published>
		<updated>2005-12-17T23:30:32Z</updated>
		<id>http://localhost/backup/poetry/72-i-mean-you/199-12-qall-aloneq.html</id>
		<author>
			<name>John</name>
		<email>johnsinclair001@hotmail.com</email>
		</author>
		<summary type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; all alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   it&amp;#39;s 4:30 sunday morning in detroit&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; the famous coachman&lt;br /&gt; has just made his change&lt;br /&gt; from the blues to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  with a message, but i m still&lt;br /&gt; stuck here all alone&lt;br /&gt; in my room, chest deep&lt;br /&gt; in the blues &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  you re breaking my heart, &lt;br /&gt; the way you leave me&lt;br /&gt; waiting up for you all night&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; not even call me, i know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  got to be trying&lt;br /&gt; to discourage my suit&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; dampen my ardor, so i m mad&lt;br /&gt; as a wet hen, &amp;amp; feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  just like a ballgame&lt;br /&gt; on a rainy day, all alone&lt;br /&gt; in my little bitty room&lt;br /&gt; going out of my mind, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  daffy as a motherfucking duck&lt;br /&gt; to be so deep in love with you &lt;br /&gt; c mon baby, please send me &lt;br /&gt; some kind of message in the night, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  take these blues offa me&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; let me make the change&lt;br /&gt; back to you, i can t stand to be alone&lt;br /&gt; without you one more day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;harmonie park, detroit&lt;br /&gt; july 24, 1988/&lt;br /&gt; new orleans&lt;br /&gt; december 22, 1995&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</summary>
		<content type="html">&lt;br /&gt; #78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;strong&gt; all alone &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;em&gt;for penny&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   it&amp;#39;s 4:30 sunday morning in detroit&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; the famous coachman&lt;br /&gt; has just made his change&lt;br /&gt; from the blues to music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  with a message, but i m still&lt;br /&gt; stuck here all alone&lt;br /&gt; in my room, chest deep&lt;br /&gt; in the blues &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  you re breaking my heart, &lt;br /&gt; the way you leave me&lt;br /&gt; waiting up for you all night&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; not even call me, i know you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  got to be trying&lt;br /&gt; to discourage my suit&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; dampen my ardor, so i m mad&lt;br /&gt; as a wet hen, &amp;amp; feel so bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  just like a ballgame&lt;br /&gt; on a rainy day, all alone&lt;br /&gt; in my little bitty room&lt;br /&gt; going out of my mind, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  daffy as a motherfucking duck&lt;br /&gt; to be so deep in love with you &lt;br /&gt; c mon baby, please send me &lt;br /&gt; some kind of message in the night, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  take these blues offa me&lt;br /&gt; &amp;amp; let me make the change&lt;br /&gt; back to you, i can t stand to be alone&lt;br /&gt; without you one more day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;em&gt;harmonie park, detroit&lt;br /&gt; july 24, 1988/&lt;br /&gt; new orleans&lt;br /&gt; december 22, 1995&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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