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It
Keeps Going
(For my father, John Alan Conte, Esq.)
We
always share good times when shining as stars
Those bleak moments we’ve passed very far
I
played, running on your blades of green grass
Under blue skies and shade from many trees
I drank water from flowing springs & open sky
Your
kingdom at one with the deep, rich land
This I always remember and never ask why
As I travel alone with that wind that blows
Passing bye many farms and miles
Through river valleys and sun
Places I can’t call home
Through great crowded cities
Where silver dollars flow
My thoughts for you good and plenty
Not want for money – money in my soul
Thank
you.
Love,
Johnny
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