{"id":1398,"date":"2018-10-05T00:30:59","date_gmt":"2018-10-05T05:30:59","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/?p=1398"},"modified":"2018-10-05T00:30:59","modified_gmt":"2018-10-05T05:30:59","slug":"the-story-of-a-photo-for-desperate-times","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.poemsforpatti.com\/love\/2018\/10\/05\/the-story-of-a-photo-for-desperate-times\/","title":{"rendered":"The Story of a Photo for Desperate Times"},"content":{"rendered":"

In desperation one day I searched for my photograph of you,<\/span><\/p>\n

The draft called my name but there was nothing I could do,<\/span><\/p>\n

For over two years I\u2019d been loving you although from far away,<\/span><\/p>\n

My dream of you loving me will have to wait for another day,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Allowed but toiletries, a shirt and slacks there wasn\u2019t much to pack,<\/span><\/p>\n

Although I hoped and prayed I wasn\u2019t sure that I would be back,<\/span><\/p>\n

One thing I\u2019d bring no matter what was my photograph of you,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s the one thing that I had to have since my loving you was true,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Angry at myself for being so careless with such precious gold,<\/span><\/p>\n

At last I found your beautiful photograph it was now in my hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

An anxious tear fell away as I kissed my mother and family bye,<\/span><\/p>\n

Perhaps it\u2019s best you weren\u2019t there to see as I would surely cry,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I\u2019d dreamed of you every night since I had moved so far away,<\/span><\/p>\n

The war was raging so my exemption lost its value on draft day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Oh how I wanted to hold you when you came by the club last week,<\/span><\/p>\n

But as usual when it came to you my smooth mouth couldn\u2019t speak,<\/span><\/p>\n

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That photograph would be my link to everything I loved back home,<\/span><\/p>\n

As I boarded the bus I saw your car drive by, if only you had known,<\/span><\/p>\n

My words of loving you were words of truth each time I said it to you,<\/span><\/p>\n

You thought my words were flirting words that for sure were not true,<\/span><\/p>\n

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It broke my heart to go away leaving you here to play and have fun,<\/span><\/p>\n

But deep within my heart it would be unfair to expect life of a nun,<\/span><\/p>\n

So filled with fear you\u2019d find another love I feared it more than death,<\/span><\/p>\n

With my photograph of you I had started a letter for my dying breath,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Each morning of boot camp found me tracing my finger on your face,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019d pray for you with all of my heart as my finger made it\u2019s final trace,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your mother didn\u2019t allow us to date because I had four years more age,<\/span><\/p>\n

It was so strange that upon my return she changed rules at that stage,<\/span><\/p>\n

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You refused a date with your boyfriend to visit Amarillo with me,<\/span><\/p>\n

At last I could be with you and gave you a Sailor hat we wear at sea,<\/span><\/p>\n

Navy rules said do not to give away the hats or prepare for a penalty,<\/span><\/p>\n

It was worth any risk to give it when you said return and I will be free,<\/span><\/p>\n

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That night I held your picture as love raced through my veins all night,<\/span><\/p>\n

It was on that very night that I realized dreams of loving you were right,<\/span><\/p>\n

I would return to you in two short months after completing my school,<\/span><\/p>\n

Answered prayers allowed us to date and I became a love sick fool,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The greatest kiss of my lifetime came upon my second day back,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our first kiss gave my life the reason to fight huge odds in a stack,<\/span><\/p>\n

But this time my kiss goodbye could truly be the kiss known as last,<\/span><\/p>\n

Upon leaving new orders of riverboat gunner meant my fate was cast,<\/span><\/p>\n

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My first day on board with trigger in hand gunfire came at my head,<\/span><\/p>\n

Hesitance to return fire by a rookie may have caused men to be dead,<\/span><\/p>\n

I was a frozen rookie that day and it now plays over inside my head,<\/span><\/p>\n

With your photo near my heart I didn\u2019t pray for love but peace instead,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Most of the dead were teenagers drafted away from the life they knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

War is a horrible thing that people of politics should fight the war too,<\/span><\/p>\n

I was a rare animal in Vietnam to be a sailor wearing olive drab attire,<\/span><\/p>\n

With jock itch assaulting me my crotch, toes, and chest were on fire,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Unbearable heat mixed with high humidity made cooling off a hard task,<\/span><\/p>\n

Misery was boots filled with mud and rocks along with a broken flask,<\/span><\/p>\n

I stunk so bad I truly feared you would smell me and never again touch,<\/span><\/p>\n

Pot didn\u2019t help to calm my nerves anymore perhaps I smoked too much,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

At this point I\u2019m lonely, oh so very lonely from isolation in my life,<\/span><\/p>\n

One thing I don\u2019t have to worry about is a dear John from my wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

I chose not to have deep romance while serving the draft during war,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet I\u2019m so deeply in love with her and I know she is all I am living for,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Her photograph is dear to my heart as are the strands of her hair,<\/span><\/p>\n

The tender part of me misses her horribly, I worry for her back there,<\/span><\/p>\n

But as a soldier I\u2019m scared to death with bombs and napalm in the air,<\/span><\/p>\n

As a man I am about as low as low can fall it seems I\u2019m in death\u2019s stare,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Last night I held her picture to my chest as if we were in tight embrace,<\/span><\/p>\n

My mind took me far away to a small Texas town and my favorite place,<\/span><\/p>\n

I have a favored place back home just like all of us lonely dreamers do,<\/span><\/p>\n

If only you could understand that when I say I\u2019m in love with you it\u2019s true,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019ve told your photograph many times of plans to make you my wife,<\/span><\/p>\n

Somehow I think you love me and I pray to survive this war\u2019s strife,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your beautiful face is on my mind for more time than it really should,<\/span><\/p>\n

As I lay in the creature infested mud I think of kissing you if I only could,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Orders came just yesterday to depart from this hell for a Navy school,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ll be trained in various ways and I\u2019m to learn every survival rule,<\/span><\/p>\n

Six weeks is all it took for my orders to leave this place of Marine\u2019s hell,<\/span><\/p>\n

The Marines are a patriotic group trained to fight as if under a spell,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I will always hold special my time with that tremendous group of men,<\/span><\/p>\n

We often transported Marines destined for combat soon to begin,<\/span><\/p>\n

They seemed invincible those young men yet I know that\u2019s not true,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each time combat came to be those patriotic men always lost a few,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Training and school was very hard now my orders send me away,<\/span><\/p>\n

I pray for you with all of my heart as I remember our kiss that day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your photograph has been my constant companion and link to you,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m scared to death if truth be known, can I do as I\u2019m ordered to do,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

My orders came as a surprise to me but I shouldn\u2019t be surprised,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been ordered to report to a top secret Navy base to be utilized,<\/span><\/p>\n

My hands, my legs, and my mind are now strong beyond my norm,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be honest I no longer recognize my new body of chiseled form,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Time seems to drag on yet at times it is beyond the speed of light,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been across Europe and beyond to help America keep her might,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your photograph has been stored in a secret place of my very own,<\/span><\/p>\n

My precious treasure is what your photograph means to me if known,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s the only thing I treasure that\u2019s of value in my heart and mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

Many times I\u2019ve been alone in a country ordered to search and find,<\/span><\/p>\n

As insane as it sounds I\u2019ve retrieved your photo for a tender kiss,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019ve loved you since I first laid eyes upon you please remember this,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Sleeping on the ground hidden away behind timber and debris,<\/span><\/p>\n

I remove the foil wrapped photo of you from the rear of yes, me,<\/span><\/p>\n

I hold you tenderly close to pray happiness for you of which I plea,<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart longs for you as my eyes cry for you and I fear we won\u2019t be,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The things I\u2019ve done have hardened who I am or who I was once,<\/span><\/p>\n

Dreams I had a year ago now seem an eternity since it was once,<\/span><\/p>\n

When I returned home as promised you were nowhere to be found,<\/span><\/p>\n

In three short weeks I had to return surrounded by death all around,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Oh Lord I silently prayed, please let me feel her love once more,<\/span><\/p>\n

My life, my every breath is hers externally as she is what I live for,<\/span><\/p>\n

To her I surrendered my heart in a kiss brought by fate\u2019s love guidance,<\/span><\/p>\n

In a waltz of lovers bond we became one under a love spell dance,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Unknown to her I vowed my soul to her as a kiss lifted us to heaven,<\/span><\/p>\n

A first day in paradise and I prayed for love to fill the remaining eleven,<\/span><\/p>\n

My greatest memories of my life were those days spent with you,<\/span><\/p>\n

I survived Vietnam twice and recon duties across the globe too,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Your photograph became more dear with each hardship and day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Each danger I survived brought me closer to you in a special way,<\/span><\/p>\n

You were you for those days of uninhibited truth of the real you,<\/span><\/p>\n

My heart exploded with deep love that moved into my soul too,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It had been over a year since I held you in my ever so lonely arms,<\/span><\/p>\n

I feel those twelve days last with you saved me from all that harms,<\/span><\/p>\n

My precious bit of gold is that photograph although it\u2019s showing wear,<\/span><\/p>\n

Two trips to Nam on temp duty have put gray into my jet black hair,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019m nearly spent as a man by jumping behind the line too many times,<\/span><\/p>\n

Our primary duty on this German base is to watch enemy swines,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your photo just spent almost a month alone with me back home,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m in shock at your absence since I promised to return, I\u2019m so alone,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I held your photo dearly as I slept on the plane returning me here,<\/span><\/p>\n

AWOL since my request to attend my nephews funeral didn\u2019t clear,<\/span><\/p>\n

I served four days, was demoted, and new orders troubled my mind,<\/span><\/p>\n

Eerie feelings of true fear came over me making courage hard to find,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Depression has filled my soul as I\u2019m in great fear you now love another,<\/span><\/p>\n

I didn\u2019t receive any letters from you or my family, not even my mother,<\/span><\/p>\n

Tears are now a sad part of my routine as my heart is amiss with a miss,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m more weak child than warrior as I was in desperate need of your kiss,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Desperate prayers fell from my lips chased by teardrops to the ground,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNo mail Pat\u201d has been hung on me as a gag but to me it\u2019s a sad sound,<\/span><\/p>\n

I prayed that I be spared more duty with parachutes, guns, and such,<\/span><\/p>\n

Maybe I\u2019d break my back or get shot, I wanted to leave so very much,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I wrote two letters to you of which you never replied, it hurt me so deep,<\/span><\/p>\n

Every time I vowed my love, sincerity flowed with truth, I now weep,<\/span><\/p>\n

Before I packed my things I wrote my final words to be given to you,<\/span><\/p>\n

Should I perish I want you to know no other man could love you like I do,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019ve held your picture every night to touch your beautiful angel face,<\/span><\/p>\n

I tell of my numerous idiosyncrasies such as how your face I trace,<\/span><\/p>\n

Truly I am so very sorry for scaring you away with the words I wrote,<\/span><\/p>\n

A fool does foolish things and dearest Patti I fear I am a sinking boat,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Please attend my funeral service if you receive this letter from my Dad,<\/span><\/p>\n

I wrote poems about you as you are the only beautiful inspiration I had,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your photo is gold to me, I keep it deep inside me, it was a secret untold,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s so dear to me that I want to be buried with your photo in my hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I fear my new assignment for numerous reasons if only you knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a repeat of one some time ago, it\u2019s against the rules to do two,<\/span><\/p>\n

Recon is dangerous if outed on duty, a chase can occur and I\u2019m off,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be offed is to die, or \u201cI\u2019m off\u201d is to run being chased don\u2019t scoff,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Plus I\u2019m worn and don\u2019t feel right perhaps your picture to view,<\/span><\/p>\n

Was released from the brig and there\u2019s things I still need to do,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m sneaking through this time so I\u2019m relieved there\u2019s not a jump,<\/span><\/p>\n

Never liked it and never will but departure is 05:00 when I\u2019m a grump,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Every wrong has befallen me as if I\u2019ve been gifted times that are bad,<\/span><\/p>\n

A change in schedule found me packing a chute and leaving what I had,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s a fairly odd thing to have happen and something made me wonder,<\/span><\/p>\n

Impossible to explain but not right in my mind, as subtle as thunder,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The chase came just as I feared and I wonder was I the cause,<\/span><\/p>\n

I\u2019m exhausted from running for hours I wish I could press pause,<\/span><\/p>\n

My photo had moved because I passed gas forcing it to move,<\/span><\/p>\n

Panic has filled my every pore so I need to regroup and to remove,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The enemy has me now and I fear I\u2019ll spend my remaining life far away,<\/span><\/p>\n

Siberia has been overheard but why I\u2019m still alive is for what I didn\u2019t say,<\/span><\/p>\n

To tell all you know will remove your head or have a bullet go through,<\/span><\/p>\n

Their thinking is that I will reveal all after freezing temps turn me blue,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The beatings are extremely severe as I can hardly move a limb,<\/span><\/p>\n

Your photograph is safe and secure hidden in the wall behind trim,<\/span><\/p>\n

Every day I\u2019ve been beaten until I pass out in a mercy gift from God,<\/span><\/p>\n

Passing out is a defense mechanism although it sounds a bit odd,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Slowly I crawled through the feces, blood, and urine to bring you out,<\/span><\/p>\n

You are so beautiful on my day three of torture and what tortures about,<\/span><\/p>\n

During interrogation I found out the true date and I\u2019m totally blown away,<\/span><\/p>\n

Seven days have gone by not the two or three a dorky nut would say,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Both of my nuts are extremely swollen so maybe we won\u2019t have children,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s not a choice if made sterile by beating from the enemy\u2019s countrymen,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet I would prefer that I decide instead of a ball bat butcher of a man,<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s in the AM of another day and I study your image every moment I can,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

If that photograph could speak it would tell a story of bitter woe,<\/span><\/p>\n

Yet from loving you are the best memories a man could ever know,<\/span><\/p>\n

As I laid in the shit made of my feces, blood, urine, and tears I\u2019ve cried,<\/span><\/p>\n

I realize I must forgive all I know and have seen or our love will be denied,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The beautiful photograph has traveled Eastern European countries solo,<\/span><\/p>\n

Inside my rectum you\u2019ve rode safely from all that harms as you often go,<\/span><\/p>\n

A constant treasure of love or my personal golden treasure of my heart,<\/span><\/p>\n

I love you Patti and I must survive so I can regroup my life for us to start,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Three long weeks of abuse so extreme but enough restraint that I live,<\/span><\/p>\n

A perfect balance trained into brutal minds but to recover I must forgive,<\/span><\/p>\n

A prisoner named Mike and myself crossed the bridge at the same time,<\/span><\/p>\n

Barely able to drag my beaten frame across I\u2019m evidence of a war crime,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Your photograph was in my sock when I dressed to depart that place,<\/span><\/p>\n

Every major joint had been dislocated and I wore a blue black face,<\/span><\/p>\n

Swollen beyond recognition I knew my return could be denied unless,<\/span><\/p>\n

Someone I know will likely be along to verify I was the swollen mess,<\/span><\/p>\n

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A wire scrub brush was pushed into my rectum after sodomy occurred,<\/span><\/p>\n

To be raped is crippling in itself without insult of wire having incurred,<\/span><\/p>\n

My rectum so damaged I couldn\u2019t store the photograph in its place,<\/span><\/p>\n

So I hoped they wouldn\u2019t check and luckily they didn\u2019t look anyplace,<\/span><\/p>\n

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The main thing I remember in the ambulance was the smell of clean,<\/span><\/p>\n

My head on a pillow so fresh and clean countering the filthy lean,<\/span><\/p>\n

The IV for dehydration proved too much as cardiac arrest came to be,<\/span><\/p>\n

Dilution of my blood chemistry was unexpected when treating me,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As the nurses ripped the filthy clothing from my frame I cried aloud,<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMy socks, my socks, oh please do…n\u2019t take…my socks\u201d to a crowd,<\/span><\/p>\n

The volume of my voice gradually tapered down as drugs took hold,<\/span><\/p>\n

Fearing death I prayed while fading as I cried about my photo of gold,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I left my body and saw you below in angelic slumber and I then knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

My body had died but to continue our love being denied would be true,<\/span><\/p>\n

Something grabbed both feet and pulled me down into me once more,<\/span><\/p>\n

I remember waking days later bandaged all over my blood and gore,<\/span><\/p>\n

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My eyes had swollen closed so tight with blood in flow I was a sight,<\/span><\/p>\n

I woke unable to see but realized the bandages weren\u2019t allowing light,<\/span><\/p>\n

Asking for help an orderly quickly came to explain ten days of sleep,<\/span><\/p>\n

Doctors came and bandage removal was next but I begin to weep,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I asked \u201cwhere is my picture of Patti?\u201d and I heard excitement in a voice,<\/span><\/p>\n

A nurse found your photograph of an angel and made a sweet choice,<\/span><\/p>\n

Remembering your cries she checked your socks and put it in a frame,<\/span><\/p>\n

A name that wasn\u2019t guessed was Patti when guessing an angel\u2019s name,<\/span><\/p>\n

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They gave it to me so it would be the first thing I\u2019d see if I could still see,<\/span><\/p>\n

I felt the bandages stick and pull as light became visible slowly to me,<\/span><\/p>\n

Then a blurred you appeared in front of me more beautiful than before,<\/span><\/p>\n

With her own money she kindly had the photograph restored and more,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It was the greatest joy I would know because of what the photo knew,<\/span><\/p>\n

Two trips to Vietnam, parachute jumps, and trips behind the wall too,<\/span><\/p>\n

If Patti had indeed found love without me there I would wish her well,<\/span><\/p>\n

She carried me through so much unknown to her, I\u2019d been through hell,<\/span><\/p>\n

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I was three months hospitalized before an honorable discharge came,<\/span><\/p>\n

I packed the photograph I had retrieved from a folder with my name,<\/span><\/p>\n

Stalker had been placed on me by shrinks thinking they knew me well,<\/span><\/p>\n

The crazy part is they passed judgement on me by what I would tell,<\/span><\/p>\n

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No letters from her proved my relationship was one sided every way,<\/span><\/p>\n

They took my precious photo from me but I got it back on the last day,<\/span><\/p>\n

Trained to sneak around I used tactics taught by them to get it back,<\/span><\/p>\n

Protestors were everywhere but as I left I had my treasure in my pack,<\/span><\/p>\n

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Food and crap thrown at me by protestors hurt, they were once a friend,<\/span><\/p>\n

No family picked me up when I flew home nor ride would anyone lend,<\/span><\/p>\n

Weak and weary I\u2019d have to hitch hike my way home although fifty miles,<\/span><\/p>\n

Walking for a bit I was given a ride my an angel farmer wearing smiles,<\/span><\/p>\n

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How can a photograph mean so much when everything else has failed,<\/span><\/p>\n

It is where the heart is or where the man\u2019s heart is when he is entailed,<\/span><\/p>\n

My greatest joy in life is to look at her and realize I am special to know,<\/span><\/p>\n

To know her and have her smile in my presence makes my spirit glow,<\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

As I entered his old pickup I pulled your photograph from my pack,<\/span><\/p>\n

Not the refurbished reprint but the worn photograph I had got back,<\/span><\/p>\n

I showed him your photo and told him how and where we had been,<\/span><\/p>\n

He stopped by your house as I slept without knowing the address then,<\/span><\/p>\n

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At four A.M. I had returned alive guided by you and the things you\u2019d do,<\/span><\/p>\n

Once before I escaped captivity crawling in sewers and thinking of you,<\/span><\/p>\n

Saved by a family who found a photo in passed out me\u2019s pants that day,<\/span><\/p>\n

I love you Patti, you saved me so often unknown to you that I have to say,<\/span><\/p>\n

Thank you.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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