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Location:Texas, USA Naturalized US Citizen of Irish extract -   Fixed Wing and Helo trucker.Interests: "The Absurdity of Man". I am a proud supporter of Blarney, Nonsense, and Hooey. I enjoy being a chopper jockey, and trying to figure the world, people and belief systems out. I'm just not very good at it, so it keeps me real busy. I scribble, blog, run this website, mess with rental houses, ride motorbikes, and read as much as I can. I went solo 44 years ago, and I like to say I'm gonna get me a real job one day. When I grow up. ("but not just yet, Lord, not just yet") For my aviation scribbles see enjoy! I wish you Peace in your Life. May you always walk with the sun on your face, and a breeze ruffling your hair. And may you cherish a quiet wonder for our awesome Universe. Life isn't always good. But it is always fascinating. Never quit.
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I never knew you, little thing
But I know you liked to sing
Gymnastics in your Grampa's yard
Your loving Grandma keeping guard.
I know you laughed and felt the sun
enjoyed a ton of simple fun
A 'borrowed angel', for a while
With such an honest, open smile.

I never knew you, little thing,
So busy playing on your swing
I never got to hold your hand
And tell you tales from wonderland
I never saw your purple bear
Fresh flowers in your nut brown hair.

I'm glad you strangers rallied 'round
I'm glad you felt so deeply bound
I'm glad your caring made a stand
Upon this great, but hurting land
I only wish in another way
To beam a thought Victoria's way
we love you, sweet heart, never fear
your memory won't disappear
'cos now you live where healing starts
Within our loving, broken hearts.

Last edited by Francis Meyrick on October 31, 2016, 10:45 pm
We little humans, hurtling through the Universe on our tiny, pale blue dot, will find few answers to Life's great mysteries. But we should at least find many of the questions. To write is to ask. To seek. To grope. With humility, and humor. Peace.
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