In the dog house, frogs in the pots of water, food for the families, gifts and love to share, food for the table. Tales of the life gone, pots to water, pot in the garden, smokers to frogs. For the frogs to eat, snakes and worms, snakes to date. Frogs shit, frogs in the pot, frogs to eat, hot and spicy, frogs to fry. Lights on, shame and pains, lessons learned, legends to hear, four tops to spin, girls in the family, Debbie, Phyllissa, Jane, Charlotte, And Richard, last one one, not a girl, the only boy, born. Kids of mine, kids of my family, my mother left us alone.
Long time ago, still sad and blue, waited for years, for the other shoe to fall off. Happy to know where the shoes are, the red ones when to stay. Stories tell history, his stories, trips to hell with herds of hell hounds.Repent over and over again, if needed, a couple of can short of a six pack, or the simple or slow have problems with the words truthful and honest. Problems with faithful and bullshit, do not know the difference from the cows and the bison, whales on land, and jack asses from the hills.
Long time ago, still sad and blue, waited for years, for the other shoe to fall off. Happy to know where the shoes are, the red ones when to stay. Stories tell history, his stories, trips to hell with herds of hell hounds.Repent over and over again, if needed, a couple of can short of a six pack, or the simple or slow have problems with the words truthful and honest. Problems with faithful and bullshit, do not know the difference from the cows and the bison, whales on land, and jack asses from the hills.
Each clause brought images to mind from past and present, as well as images of my hope for the future. I don't know if anyone appreciates your writing—or bothers to say so—but, if none, I hope you find validation in the fact that few could identify with an audience that actually understands what you're writing and be courageous and coherent enough to write it. Bravo, worthy soul! Love and hate horns of a goat. Love and devotions from a man for a women, gifts of the old souls floating here today, gone tomorrow. Lessons to learn, about the fun and games in the minds and hearts of the young at heart. Fairies, pixies, earth angels, bikers from New York, gifts of songs and dances for a better daze.
Tips for the sinners and tales for the saints, gifts to share of the trips around the trees needed for the lessons to learn. Classes in place. Love and hate, truthful and honest, happy and gay, happy and delighted for the dreams in actions, gifts of the young at heart. Jokers and poker players, cum suckers, snakes in dens, sinners and saints, frogs to date. Gifts of white skin, snakes in dens, jackasses in the hills, seconds to holler, snakes on sticks, balls and sticks, fires still burning on the sands of time. Rocks and stones, seven days to work, seven snakes in the dark, monkeys to swing in packs, into the woods, under the dogwood trees. Jokers and players to date, fruits and nuts, part of the home movies. Gifts of film, joys and pleasures, party and pay. Frogs and snakes, in the wind, branches of peace under the dogwood trees. Green Again: Blue knights, stars bright, wishes on stars so high, heavens open, tears of joy and laughter. Jokers to the left, clowns to the right, wishes, hopes and desires stuck in the middle.
Fairy tales, girls lost in woods, in a coffin, put to sleep, one day long ago. Seven days of the week, seven days the world to create, one man alone. Animals first created, man alone sad and blue, was not happy with snakes in dens. Snakes in gardens of happy dreams, snakes in fields of daisy blowing in the wind. Songs to dance and sing the nights away, walks on the beach, downtime in the hot tub, pieces of a dream, notes to share.
Apes site, frog shit, land whales and their shit, pages to turn, rolls of paper to use, shitting times, monkeys years, 2016, 1992, faces to grow, life goes on. Books to write, reviews on post, good and bad, history recorded of a decade now. Moot to most, history written, new job, daily events to write about my view, my world, my animals paths taken, cards to flip, cards to play, cards over and done. Life is a beach, then you expire, lucky stars, all of us, 13 monkeys years, leap years, bakers out.
Monkeys to fight, apes to dates, battle for life, battles won, dates for the lung runs, horse and pony shows, times to dance. Dances with apes, dances with monkeys, dances with rats, dances in the winds, classes of friends, under the skins. Snakes and frogs, monkeys and apes, donkeys in hell, hills and valley....Battles Won: Angels on high, angels in the sky, goodness and mercy battle angels, angels back to backs. Live and love, life of hate, snakes in dens, rotten apples on the ground. Into the woods, into the worlds in darkness, girls in red hoods.
Fairy tales, girls lost in woods, in a coffin, put to sleep, one day long ago. Seven days of the week, seven days the world to create, one man alone. Animals first created, man alone sad and blue, was not happy with snakes in dens. Snakes in gardens of happy dreams, snakes in fields of daisy blowing in the wind. Songs to dance and sing the nights away, walks on the beach, downtime in the hot tub, pieces of a dream, notes to share.
Snakes or frogs, food to eat, lakes and river frogs, time to stop, stands to make, happy to note, history rocks. Frogs to snakes, food and fun, trips to the woods, trips to hell and back, frogs to pots, snakes to sticks, frogs to dogwood trees, to hand to swings. Trips with frogs, trips with snakes, trips to hell and back, frogs and snakes for friends. RV campers, Rachel and Sima Jarrot, Steven -seven snakes, frog to date, love and hate, kids and goats, hairs to buy, caps of hair, wigs: Rach Jay, Rachel Butch, Jordan Starr, coins to flip, cards on the table, tales told. Frogs the leader of the frogs,snakes and hackers. Seven snakes, Steven the dog, Steve Jarrot, frog to date, good times.
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