It Has No Name

IT HAS NO NAME

 

Sorry it’s late

But it still holds the same weight

You know you are loved

Both here and above

You mean a lot to me

But I guess that’s hard to see

For one meant more

So on all others I closed the door

Now he’s gone for a while

My door is again open in style

 

Bonnie Jean

 

To Daddy Harry.

July or August 1972

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