Author by Night

He’s a policeman, a soldier, a programmer, a farmer, a murderer, a priest and a politician. He is anything that he wants to be. He’s a salesman by day and an author by night.

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Goodbye

July 11th, 1992
  

It was hard for a while
When I could not see her smile
And the wind brought her voice to my ear
I would turn and I’d find
That the voice was in my mind
No one else was there
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