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INCLUDED: PLANETS
CIRCLE
I
WILL NOT TRY THE WIND
PAULA
WIND,
WHEREEVER
YOU FIND ME......
WIND,
WHEREEVER
YOU WANT ME...
KANSAS
I
CALL IT HOME
BUILDIN
LINE
YOU
HELPED ME GET
MYSELF TOGETHER
MAN
WITH THE LEATHER TAN FROM THE RODEO
WIND,
WHERE EVER
YOU'VE SEEN ME.....
WHEN
SEPTEMBER COMES AROUND
IT'S
FALL AGAIN
SNOWY
RANGE
I
AM HERE, YOU ARE THERE
I
MISS YOU
I'LL
LIGHT YOU A STAR
FINALE
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Wind,
Where Ever You Want Me...
You
can take me where ever you choose.
And if the memories in which I so valiantly gained,
Of a past I had to lose,
Are long forgotten now,
Without evidence or clues,
And
if the pictures in my mind
Are different or faded or
More vivid or more beautiful,
Or if I remember her as having loved me longer,
Or of me being kinder
It really will make no difference,
Or
if I remember myself as the hero,
The winner, the champion,
or if her one little glance was really not
The gushing, unstoppable, cascade of hormones,
I had hoped it was,
It really will make no difference,
Or
if I believed in astrology,
And she thought that I was crazy,
When I told her that our charts were compatible
and that we had such good aspects,
Particularly to the seventh house of partnerships,
It really will make no difference.
Because
after all the winds of my life,
After all the words and the music,
After all the policies and the contracts,
The appointments and the cancellations,
The riders and the waivers,
The studies and the briefs,
After
all the lunches and the options,
The propositions and the conclusions,
After I have met all the wives and the chairman,
After the sweaty palms and the final speech,
And after going back to the drawing board,
And attaining the compromise,
After
I have remembered her a thousand times,
(I still recall her phone number after all these years,
And how could I forget that smile,
her mouth,
Her dimple,)
After I have forgotten all the others---
She'll still be the one.
And
if someday upon this planet,
In the year of our Lord,
If there is a Lord,
Or whomever made her,
For
it is hard to imagine that
Anything as we know it could possibly have made her,
Yes,
if someday I should by accident
While in the process of deductable reasoning,
Or dart-Board chance,
Discover a direct relationship
Between evolution and why we are here,
Even though I don't really believe
It is humanly possibly to know this,
But,
if someday I stumble on to the Link between my emotions and what they
have to do
With the meaning of things,
Or why she reminds me of natural sunlight,
Or why she dominates my thoughts,
Or has such creamy skin,
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It
really will make no difference,
Because after all the books of my life,
After all the chapters and the pages,
After all the dust and the dampness,
After all the rant and the rages,
After
all the highlights and the history,
And the uncles and aunts,
And the grandma's and the cousins,
(I
still recall the old house in the country,
And visiting my great-grandmother there one
Hot Kansas summer. No air conditioning.
Everyone used a paper or a magazine for a fan.
Big shade trees protected the
house from burning up.
All the windows were open.
By afternoon a good breeze
Found its way inside and then out the backdoor,
Kicking up leaves,
And reviving those who had been gasping for air,
While we kids, sweaty,
with endless breathless folly,
Played kick-the-can.)
And
after all the games of my life,
After all the strategies and the plans,
After all the the courses and the credits,
And the football Saturdays,
After you and I are long forgotten now,
She'll still be the one.
And
after all the worlds of my life,
After all the cities and the States,
And the counties and the countries,
(For some strange reason I could never
Out grow the place where I was born....)
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