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To K.T. - 03-18- 09 by Ken HarnischHappy birthday, darling
You to whom the poetry
Was first addressed
All those years ago
You whose moments
In my life
Turned themselves to years
None of which I regret
But all that I remember.
You would be happy to know
I never mourned, nor do I
Now. Things happen.
Wheels turn
One way as roads
Take us another
Thanks to you I found out
I had the words inside
That could find their way
To paper
Thanks to her
They keep falling
Even now.
Happy birthday. 03/19/2009 Author's Note: I know you know I never forgot the date
Posted on 03/20/2009 Copyright © 2025 Ken Harnisch
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