  Snoop fans unite.  Imitation IS the highest form of flattery,  you know.  While my rendition of LBC's finest might not ring true in your heart,  this next " collaborative"
 effort often rings true in mine.  This is actually a recreation of a poem that one of my best friends wrote waaaay back in the day.  The first few lines and the last line are his,  but the rest is continually adapted to whatever mood and situation I find myself in that prompts me to remember the point of the entire endeavor.  This is the latest adaptation.  I apologize in advance for the cheese factor,
 offering only in my defense the statement that sometimes there's power in cheese.  Just ask Wisconsin.  I have a friend named Harry who stands facing the wall.  Harry sees what Harry sees,  and Harry sees it all.  Harry sees but doesn't see his eyes faced right ahead Harry hears what Harry sees his ears,
 his eyes,  instead.  Harry knows what Harry knows;  it's us that tell him so.  Harry's back is to the world in front. nowhere to go.
 So Harry is not blind to each of our attacks.  the slings and arrows that we hurl at him behind his back.  And Harry knows our hate is not confined to simply him.  Harry sees us talking;  he knows who did what and when.  Harry sees the image of ourselves that we betray Since how we act does not always match up with what we say.
 Harry knows our hearts,  and where they truly lie Harry sees us as the very selves we can't defy.  Harry sees the overflow of truth contained in speech.  Harry knows JUST what we say at times,  the worst,  in each.
 Harry sees our whispered words can bring both joy and pain And Harry knows that there are times at which we will refrain And Harry knows that other times we let loose our mind and tongue Our senses do not tell us though exactly who we're among.  Harry sees us both in our best and worst of times.  Harry even hears our silly poems filled up with rhymes.  So what would Harry tell us were he to turn around?  Would he let us have it for the hate that we impound?  While I can't be exactly certain as I have not come out and asked I think Harry would tell us that the feelings that we mask Perhaps should simply stay within should they even exist at all For any thought expressed aloud is heard by at least the wall And Harry,
 as you might have guessed has the patience of a saint Compassion is his to spare and share with those victims of complaint Which Harry tells me is much more than just the others we discuss Harry tells me that the subject,  at times,  turns to each of us.  Harry goes on further to suggest a simple plan.  Being " careful"
 just is not enough It takes kindness to be a man.  If you can see with your ears,  you can listen with your heart.  Thanks,  PTG.
