Chaps and cheers, rocks to roll, gems to find, brothers and sisters, notes to take, walks in the shadows, waiting for the lights in the sky. 9:45 every night, would you like to go.Jolly And Fat, Black, Read, And White,Tales To Spin. Good Times, Beaches, Houses, Veterans On The Move:Congrats, You're Invited.
Shit happens. Everyday. To everyone. The difference is in how people deal with it.TIME TO TURN THE PAGE:Once Bitten By Snakes, Dances with Wolves.The Good, The Bad, and the Downright Awful.Simple, right?ON THE RUN, WHAT?! We The People, American Birds, Fingers 2 Hands: Go Rites.
'I can't tell you how many words I've swallowed in the name of keeping the peace. I've got got a whole damn library inside my stomach. ~Leave Her Wild~'I get it, change is difficult. But I'm sure you've probably heard me share this before... "If you do today what you did yesterday, tomorrow will look the same as it does today..No Love.
Dear John, thanks for the reply. I remember back in the day, I was homeless with a car without insurance, found a guy, with a RV, without a house, and without a car.The Good, The Bad, and the Downright Awful.Simple, right?ON THE RUN, WHAT?! We The People, American Birds, Fingers 2 Hands: Go Rites.
I’ve learned over time that facts don’t cease to exist just because they are ignored and denied by many. The truth is still the truth even when its not believed by others.
Coins to toads, roads to paths,ships of fools on the water. Good ties, good time frogs, god times, waves of words to share. Sons to shine, jacks and balls in a bag, marbles all gone, boys and the toys, over the years.Dances of hope, dances of new life, hands to hearts to share, knights for the long runs. Hope and wishes, dances on the beaches, hands to hearts, fires to start, right to see the sun shine.
Back in the day, we traveled together for 3 years. We spent the day at the beach, in Ventura, and nights in the parking lot by starbucks. Had food stamps, which I traded, for storage fees to be paid. Went to the VA and parked there, got paid to go 3 times a week. Had the RV parked near the grounds, and that was life, until the paperwork got done.
It is funny, the men that I dated after that have died. Cancer 2 times, James Howard, Howard the duck, he lived in Orange. One of the old families had a brink with his name on it. Loved to visit. Disneyland, and pot is what we had in common. He was a cross dresser, I was not fat enough for his fancy. He went to the black beach, and we went together. Suit for me always. Smoke pot , lots of trades made, to pass the time.
The 2nd guy died this month, 74, of cancer, in Washingtonville, NY. He pissed me off, he was stuck on stupid, he went to Italy to do his roots, he wanted to see life on the other side. He had 2 wives, and 6 kids, and hee lived with them in apartments for awhile. Just saying things did not work out, and they got ugly. He had a kid, that was a door to door pot seller, after it was legal of course.
Shit happens. Everyday. To everyone. The difference is in how people deal with it.TIME TO TURN THE PAGE:Once Bitten By Snakes, Dances with Wolves.
Coins to toads, roads to paths,ships of fools on the water. Good ties, good time frogs, god times, waves of words to share. Sons to shine, jacks and balls in a bag, marbles all gone, boys and the toys, over the years.Dances of hope, dances of new life, hands to hearts to share, knights for the long runs. Hope and wishes, dances on the beaches, hands to hearts, fires to start, right to see the sun shine.
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