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1973-07-07 For Rose

Saturday, July 7th, 1973 
                          For Rose
         There's a woman who loves me pure and clear
         and that's fine
         though sometimes I don't know why
         she'd want such a hassle as loving me,...
         Me, who wants to be free
         and sure and wise and strong...
         she loves that...the prideful stupid fool...
         and me, I'm just amazed at my grace
         to have such a woman.
         Ah, but love's so simple,
         why, she's been whispering it to me
         for years at night
         and I'm just now getting wise...
         going on to do it myself I was....
         and she was patient.
         Love is my gift
         and its fine.
                                 gallagher
                                 7 jul 73
                                 Long Beach

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1973-10-02 Before class

Tuesday, October 2nd, 1973 
                          Before class
         I saw a look I never saw before today...
         on the face of a man
         who was pumping the heart of another man
         who probably wasn't going to make it.
         Sadness there, self consciousness,
         the chill of the ultimate reality,
         they all blended on his features
         for the amusement of the gathered crowd
         so tired of T.V.
                           Gallagher
                           02 Oct 73

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1973-10-04 Denise

Thursday, October 4th, 1973 
                          Denise
      ....Denise said that religion wasn't important.
      She wasn't sure if there was a God or not
      nor that it mattered save that she was a bit of 'God'.
      "Living is creating yourself, loving life is learning
      to believe you can cope with all of it."
      "Learning this until you get to the place
      where it doesn't matter, learning this
      until you learn what non-sense is and dig it."
      "The master plan, if such a thing could be so called,
      is that ultimately everything is without sense or reason
      and struggle represents the untogetherness
      of believing it otherwise...."
      I told her it must make sense
      cause it seemed to work for her
      and she laughed at me....
      I felt better, though.
                              Gallagher
                              4 Oct 73
                              LBSC

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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