PART LEGS=HEAVEN

Cleanup=After the fun

Clubhouse=Tree

luckee=lottery

wondows? is that like hoose or cur? Ha Ha...it is windows...lol

Good morning all! Freezing today...frost on the wondows and breaking out
the ice scrapers...brrrrrrrrrr...where are my gloves?!?!?!...Sunny and
looking forward to the tail-gater tomorrow! Whoo hoo!

bad=badder

bomb=boom

I agree that the societal pull of commercial exageration is geared
towards the minds of those who aren't really struggling, never have
struggled, don't know what struggling is or those that expect a free
ride. I see kids and adults pretending to be hard, speaking all the
right slang, looking hard and professing that they don't get respect.
But they are about as hard as a marshmellows, and what respect do they
deserve? They'd be pissin in their pants if something heavy really came
down on them. Respect is givin to those who deserve it, the people we
don't see helping others behind the scenes, doctors, inventors,
soldiers, scientists, mothers and fathers, and yes even some
politicians. I'm not sure what the answer is, but peelin a cap with no
remorse isn't what I'd call progress. Life has been and will always be
sacrifice, hard work, family and maybe possibly happiness in the big
picture long run. Peace!

spoonin the smurf=scary

relax=massage

sexy=sexy

gum swallowed=gum shit

tail=ass

C'mon...you gotta give Ortiz some credit...he's fought some tough
bouts...but I must say...the Ice man...seeeems unstoppable right now

Wow...so many...so different in style....some rip...some flow...some
feel...some just fit...nobody can pick. (no pun intended) I mean Van
Haylen can play....Jimmy Page...Eric Clapton...B.B.
King...Santana...Hendrix....George Benson...Stevie Ray...So many....how
can one be it?...there's always another and there's always one who plays
in some hole in the wall that cranks!

loves embrace=dreamy

Yea, I'm just wishin
but wishes go only as far as reality will allow...Cubs win???...hmmm,
wait till next year!

peeve=assholes

The poet
writing in the solitude of the moment
contemplating that which the pen paints
sharing the vision
sharing the soul.
the poet


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