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time is an illusion when you are not here time is an illusion it can disappear the moment you are near as sappy as that seems when you are with me i no longer need dreams
ah yes, time is certainly an illusion for a hopelessly hopeful romantic like me... sometimes it is a nightmarishly indefinite illusion, kind of like a black hole... sometimes it does not seem to exist... I like it better that way...
so the last time i visited here, PJ was a year younger... PJ is a dear memory, a beautiful flower in the garden of my mind who just happened to have as a birth date the same date of my last post here... i miss her, but then, i miss everyone i've loved in this life, or anywhere, for that matter...
i still babble daily online, elsewhere , that nameless big secret real sharing place that doesn't charge (please don't delete this for it's honesty)... like the beatles said, you know my name, look up my number...
if you are going to san francisco wear a smile and a flower in your hair and if you are going to orlando look up candor and you will find me there
ric candor was a wandering mistrel of old a vagabond at times who seldom did as he was told he sang with harry chapin trying to wake up the heart of humanity cuz that is where the god life can start
oh, ric candor, don't you cry for me cuz i come from new york city and my true love i don't see
oh, ric candor, you laugh at yourself cuz no one gets your jokes as much as the books on your shelf
and if you are going to hawai'i tell kawehi tom i love the way she sings and if you are going back up to toronto tell the kids they still play all my heart strings
and once there was a child named ricky held who took everything so seriously he spent his whole life making up for the childhood he lost to misery
oh, ricky held, don't you cry for me cuz i come from los angeles and my true love i don't see
oh, ricky held, you can laugh finally cuz the bandit has your funny bone and true love is still free
so if you are going to high to santa fe find the dawn child in misty memory and if you are going up to seattle find the golden child she in fantasy
ric candor was a troubadour trying to save the world singing for his supper as so many still do he sang with elvis and elton and the beatles too and if you want to come over, he will sing with you
oh, ric candor, when will this dang song end if nobody is laughing they don't get the joke, yo oh ric candor, just looking for a friend it's still the same old story, everywhere we go still the same old story, just to let you know still the same old story, now it's time to go
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