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  1. What I Got

  2. Broken

  3. Let's Raise The Temp.

  4. And I Love

  5. Dreams : Stargazer May 18 to 20 2017

  6. Suffering

  7. And Much Much More

  8. Dreams : Stargazer May 15 to 17 2017

  9. Dreams : Stargazer May 12 to 14 2017

  10. Dreams : Stargazer May 9 to 11 2017

  11. Dreams :Stargazer May 6 to 8 2017

  12. Dreams : Stargazer April 30 To May 2 2017

  13. Dreams : Stargazer April 27 to 29 2017

  14. Dreams : Stargazer April 24 to 26 2017

  15. Wish I Could

  16. They Killed Him

  17. I Got A List

  18. Forever Spinning

  19. Dreams : Stargazer April 21 to 23 2017

  20. I Have Caught

  21. Dreams :Stargazer April 18 To 20 2017

  22. Of One Mind

  23. Dreams April 15 to 17 2017

  24. The Cock Has Crowed

  25. W/ Their Scones

  26. Rather Construed

  27. Hazel Hill Morning

  28. Dreams : Stargazer April 12 to 14 2017

  29. Their Ugly

  30. Get Up!

  31. I Want My Money

  32. All Over Again

  33. Dreams : Stargazer April 9 to 11 2017

  34. Further East From Eden

  35. Dreams : Stargazer April 6 to 8 2017

  36. Dreams : Stargazer April 3 to 5 2017

  37. Mile 19: A Runner's Dream

  38. Dreams : Stargazer March 31 to April 2 2017

  39. Dreams : Stargazer March 28 to 30 2017



Hazel Hill Morning

After I bought my first car, a ’72 Pinto, I loved the freedom of going to Fredericksburg whenever I could. Don’t get me wrong, growing up in rural Spotsylvania County in the 70’s had its benefits, but going into town was a big deal back then, especially for this young Virginia country boy. Two of my aunts, Edith Mae and Ruth Edna, had moved into the Hazel Hill Apartments in Fredericksburg, and it was such a treat for me to visit them when I wasn’t in school or was off work, usually on Saturday mornings.

Back then, as a somewhat nerdy schoolboy with big dreams, I was fascinated with getting away for awhile, going to Hazel Hill and then later going to the city park where I would sit alone by the Rappahannock River and write down some of my deepest thoughts. Today, in the middle of April 2017, I still find myself blushing whenever I see my book ‘Wet Matches’, knowing that it had its origin as a simple song lyric way back in 1978 and was conceived on that one particular Hazel Hill morning. – Randolph Randy Camp

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