Dekum’s Blue

Wednesday, August, 20, 2025

What’s Dekum to you?

The love of our youth,

Or summer’s we flew,

Across ocean blues,

To lands where we grew…

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What’s Dekum, or you?

The nights we were mute?

Or day we called truce?

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Well, Dekum’s a fruit,

Or mural—like muse…

Spread by the joy,

Of memories to ploy…

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If thoughts were like toys,

We’d box them, by choice,

And pick ones to play with,

Like a paintbrush in artists…

-Budd

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