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Intense You May Have To Refresh)
By Dave Griffith
|I keep my paint brush with me|
may go America,
In case I need to cover up
So the real me doesn't
|I'm so afraid to show you me,|
what you'll do,
that you might laugh or say mean things.
I'm afraid I
might lose you.
|I'd like to remove all
my paint coats|
To show you the real, true me,
But I want you to try
I need you to accept what you
|So if you'll be patient and close your
I'll strip off all my coats real slow.
Please understand how
much it hurts
To let the real me
|Now my coats are all stripped off.|
feel naked, bare and cold,
And if you still love me with all that you
You are my country, pure as
|I need to save my paint brush,
And hold it in my hand,
I want to keep it handy
someone doesn't understand.
|So please protect me
And thanks for loving me true,
But please let me keep my
paint brush with me
Until I love me,
|© 1970 David L. Griffith|
Fort Miley VA Medical
Facility, Point Lobos, CA
|SAEPE EXPERTUS, SEMPER
FIDELIS, FRATRES AETERNI|
"Often Tested, Always Faithful, Brothers
~ Placed With Pride by Dave ~ created from the pallet of my
Page © 2001 & 2010 Dave ~ PalletMaster ~
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