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Date Posted: 21:30:32 06/02/01 Sat
Author: Steven Litlejohn
Author Host/IP: pm6-109.accnorwalk.com / 209.45.192.109
Subject: Dillion

Here's a poem I wrote when I was 13. Actually, the first I wrote.
Ended up naming my sons middle name after it, I like roses now, tea, bought my daughter Cheyanna a golden locket for Christmas, got myself and the kids all the National Audobon books on nature, I compliment my wife now daily instead of looking at all the other women, started my own church that goes against hypocrisy (one of my old weaknesses even last year) and gives to any that need, I work hard, and although I don't have a gun, I do have a straight bow, and arrows (tried to be Tecumseh).
And drinking almost made me a Dillion 5 years ago until God took the alcoholic cell away.
One sad thing though. A friend of mine (Steve Hubbard) in the 9th grade liked this poem because it made him feel not so alone in thought. But he blew his brains out with a shotgun one day after school.
I still feel bad for his little brother that found him that way...

Dillion

Dillion was the blacksheep of the family.
They say he didn't have much sence at all.
Dillion married me, my name is Emily.
And I stood right behind and watched him fall.

He always had a rose in his right pocket.
He told me that it smelled alot like tea.
Around his kneck he had a golden locket.
Inside it was a photograph of me.

Dillion loved the birds and pretty flowers.
To him they were a natural kind of life.
And Dillion was a man who'd work for hours.
Then come right home and compliment his wife.

Dillion didn't like the high class people.
He said that all the rich folk are so blind.
A man can beg for food beneath a steeple.
And all them folks will pass and pay no mind.

Dillion worked real hard, he wasn't lazy.
He wouldn't quit until the job was done.
And then one day the people drove him crazy.
When Dillion cashed his check he bought a gun.

Dillion loved me more than I could tell you.
He said I was the sweetest girl around.
His family they won'tr know him just like I do.
Cause today they put my Dillion in the ground.

Dillion was the blacksheep of the family.
They say he didn't have much sence at all.
Dillion married me, my name is Emily.
And I stood right behind and watched him fall.

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