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1975-03-01

Saturday, March 1st, 1975 
                     Its so hard to know
                       as I push love away
                          so many wait to hold her.

                     My pain and my jealousy
                       walk hand in hand
                          behind damp eyes.

                     And I think
                       she'll be a treasure
                          to someone who needs her.

                     And I'll remember it a thousand times
                       when I'm needing her
                          and she's gone.

                     And then I'll wait alone
                       for my need to pass
                          praying for my will to last.

                                    gallagher
                                    1 mar 75

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1975-03-?? The Big Apple

Saturday, March 1st, 1975 
                          The Big Apple

         I am evolution come to consciousness
           with just enough awareness to see my purpose, sometimes,
         though all that I am and how I came to be
           is still far beyond me.

         We've only so recently seen evolution's pattern
           emerge from the darkness of our ignorance
         that the very breadth and span of it
           causes us yet to doubt it.

         To doubt that evolution has truly
           been given over to the evolved.
         But, the very consequences of our ignorance
           now bears down on us, and in direct proportion,
         to that knowledge, for which we're responsable,
           simply by knowing it.

                                 gallagher
                                 mar 75

         - a watershed thought

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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1975-03-03

Monday, March 3rd, 1975 
               Saw myself today
                 in the reflections of others
               and as I would have them do
                 I did not
                    but this time I caught it.

               Dave Whitcomb would be my friend
                 save for the gap
                    I've never braved....

                 To stand equal and accepting
                    with him, of him, for him,
                 and so it is with others
                   and myself.

                                    gallagher
                                    3 mar 75
                                    CSULB

— Copyright 1965-2008 by Dennis Gallagher —

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