6/20/2014 2:15:10 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Sing as if no one is listenin'
'Bout the moon an the stars thet are glistenin'
Sing hi or sing lo
Sing words ya don' no
An some where in there do some whistlin'
Meet singles at DateHookup.dating, we're 100% free! Join now!
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6/20/2014 3:40:30 PM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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6/21/2014 12:48:52 AM |
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nat_now
Ocala, FL
56, joined Jul. 2013
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Good grief!
She thinks we care!?!!?????
Where did she pull THAT OUT OF HER Air... >>>
>>> Head that away, do not tarry or stray,
She'll trap you and say you're a rescue....
Me, as in I didn't care,
And it made him so fiery mad,
He flipped it around,
To make it sound,...
Like I was history and he was glad.
&*^%^&* - +
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6/21/2014 12:52:54 AM |
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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hello my bestest bud
you look like Elmer Fudd
with a shootgun in hand
we rule this land
you are better than mud
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6/21/2014 1:00:31 AM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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I tink I taught I taw a teal
In poo poo upon the heel
Stain on the carpet was green
Stinkist poo poo you ever did see.
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6/21/2014 9:11:00 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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If say fer instence fer one
A pome was un finished un dun
Wood a poet tree
Re veal what's ta see
As yarns mite be left an un spun
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6/21/2014 10:01:21 AM |
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nat_now
Ocala, FL
56, joined Jul. 2013
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Ohhhhh... wow, it's flapping in the breeze
Deleted account thread,
Hijackers..oh PA-LEEZE!
They're like roaches crawling in the cracks
And enjoy sticking knives in
Innocent peoples backs.
They're slimey and grimey
And shady and cruel,
They survive on the fantasies
As they sup on the gruel...
Eat up ya dirty low lifes..get your
Belly full..because there's always
A day of reckoning..
And that's no BULL!
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6/21/2014 10:52:44 AM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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The Gladness of Nature by William Cullen Bryant
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
The clouds are at play in the azure space,
And their shadows at play on the bright green vale,
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And there they roll on the easy gale.
There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.
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6/21/2014 2:20:26 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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If you could only be
A little bumble bee
Flitting from pillar to post
You wouldn't need a ghost
To be able to see.
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6/22/2014 4:36:48 PM |
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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You know that I've got my eyes on you
I have for a while now don't be scared
I've got nothing but good intentions
Oh did I mention I'm for real
Now press your lips against mine
I don't mind
Place your hands on my face
To embrace
Live in the moment before you know it
It's done
There's only one first and there's only one last
And it's time........
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6/22/2014 4:57:23 PM |
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rfhar_54
Fouke, AR
61, joined Jul. 2012
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The Gladness of Nature by William Cullen Bryant
Is this a time to be cloudy and sad,
When our mother Nature laughs around;
When even the deep blue heavens look glad,
And gladness breathes from the blossoming ground?
There are notes of joy from the hang-bird and wren,
And the gossip of swallows through all the sky;
The ground-squirrel gaily chirps by his den,
And the wilding bee hums merrily by.
The clouds are at play in the azure space,
And their shadows at play on the bright green vale,
And here they stretch to the frolic chase,
And there they roll on the easy gale.
There's a dance of leaves in that aspen bower,
There's a titter of winds in that beechen tree,
There's a smile on the fruit, and a smile on the flower,
And a laugh from the brook that runs to the sea.
And look at the broad-faced sun, how he smiles
On the dewy earth that smiles in his ray,
On the leaping waters and gay young isles;
Ay, look, and he'll smile thy gloom away.
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6/22/2014 9:49:55 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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If one and on, invariably
Equaled two instead of three
What would it be good for
To slam your thumb in a door?
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6/27/2014 1:39:01 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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It is better to have, than have not
To have had an original thought
With some imagination
With out consternation
Uncopied and those you've not bought
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6/27/2014 1:49:02 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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I like my oatmeal, not too hot
The use of cold milk, I do not
Today I have craisins
Walnuts without raisins
Cinnamon, brown sugar's not for naught
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6/27/2014 2:34:49 PM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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Never worry about what I'm doing. Only worry about why you're worried about what I'm doing. by: Coaching4Victory
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6/29/2014 9:58:16 AM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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Adapted from Frank Sinatra – Me And My Shadow
Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall
Like the seashore clings to the sea
Like you'll never get rid of your shadow
you'll never get rid of me
Let all the others fight and fuss
Whatever happens, we've got us.
Me and my shadow
We're closer than pages that stick in a book
We're closer than ripples that play in a brook
Strolling down the avenue
Wherever you find him, you'll find me, too.
Me and my shadow
We're closer than smog when it clings to L.A.
We're closer than Bobby is to J.F.K.
Not a soul can bust this team in two
We stick together like glue.
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6/29/2014 10:18:53 AM |
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nat_now
Ocala, FL
56, joined Jul. 2013
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The lilies of the valley
Their lush lean stems
And tiny white caps, heads hung in sorrow for their symbol of
Grief and mourning ..do the doves fly and cry..o'er them...
As they soak their roots in the moist
Shaded soil. And do the other blossoms know why they cry.
Their scent wafting with each gentle breeze to sound the gentle alarm...
Time's a wasting.... time's a wasting...
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6/30/2014 12:29:43 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Softly lo, the trumpets blow
Paced steps, on cobblestones
Carried to, this place I go
Where will lie, my weary bones
My years are sixty, plus one or two
Tho memory hides, then runs away
Sometimes a lie, and shave a few
'Tis on this day, the piper pay
If I were here, yet still alive
To lift this mask, to tell the truth
Untangle the web, I did contrive
Stirred not shaken, vodka vermouth.... too olives...
There is no truth, in online dating
Reality here, is lost from view
So stop the bicker, stop the hating
If you only knew, I'm fifty two
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6/30/2014 1:56:36 PM |
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ramshakkle
Interlochen, MI
62, joined Dec. 2012
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We read about these roads and rued the day
We'd ever choose to trod them out this way
It seemed an abstract warning
On that vibrant, virile morning
Now, so many years removed, what can I say?
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6/30/2014 9:58:41 PM |
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rfhar_54
Fouke, AR
61, joined Jul. 2012
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Adapted from Frank Sinatra – Me And My Shadow
Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall
Like the seashore clings to the sea
Like you'll never get rid of your shadow
you'll never get rid of me
Let all the others fight and fuss
Whatever happens, we've got us.
Me and my shadow
We're closer than pages that stick in a book
We're closer than ripples that play in a brook
Strolling down the avenue
Wherever you find him, you'll find me, too.
Me and my shadow
We're closer than smog when it clings to L.A.
We're closer than Bobby is to J.F.K.
Not a soul can bust this team in two
We stick together like glue.
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7/4/2014 11:26:59 AM |
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just_zoe1958
Burlington, VT
56, joined Dec. 2011
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I Hear America Singing
Written by: Walt Whitman
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand
singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or
at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of
the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day--at night the party of young fellows,
robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
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7/4/2014 1:16:42 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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Happy Birthday America
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7/10/2014 9:13:42 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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There once was a buncha contrarians
Whom thot they were learned librarians
For score anna day or too ago
Wanna be's wate fer there trickle
An them boys all dressed like maid Marian's
(pink granny undershorts emoticon)
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7/12/2014 11:44:39 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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End of the spring and here she comes back
Hi, hi, hi, hi there
Them summer days, those summer days
That's when I had most of my fun back
High, high, high, high there
Them summer days, those summer days
I 'Cloud nine' when I want to
Out of school, yeah
County fair in the country sun
And everything, it's true, ooh, yeah, yeah
Hot fun in the summertime
Hot fun in the summertime
Hot fun in the summertime
Hot fun in the summertime
First of the fall and then she goes back
Bye, bye, bye, bye there
Them summer days, those summer days
'Boop-boop-ba-boop-boop' when I want to
Out of school
County fair in the country sun
And everything, it's cool, ooh, yeah
Hot fun in the summertime
Hot fun in the summertime
Hot fun in the summertime
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7/12/2014 11:50:00 PM |
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rfhar_54
Fouke, AR
61, joined Jul. 2012
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I Hear America Singing
Written by: Walt Whitman
I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
The boatman singing what belongs to him in his boat, the deckhand
singing on the steamboat deck,
The shoemaker singing as he sits on his bench, the hatter singing as he stands,
The wood-cutter's song, the ploughboy's on his way in the morning, or
at noon intermission or at sundown,
The delicious singing of the mother, or of the young wife at work, or of
the girl sewing or washing,
Each singing what belongs to him or her and to none else,
The day what belongs to the day--at night the party of young fellows,
robust, friendly,
Singing with open mouths their strong melodious songs.
Walt had some good ones
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7/13/2014 10:18:59 AM |
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ramshakkle
Interlochen, MI
62, joined Dec. 2012
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I wished on a wisp of some wisdom
Unsure if it isn't or is some
Mixed in dollups of time
And some promise sublime
Now, here's hoping all winds up quite winsome
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7/13/2014 11:12:18 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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It's not a good day
It's not a bad day
But it is, just another day
I've had so many
Since you've gone away
I feel numb
I can't come to life
I feel like I'm frozen in time
Livin' in a world so cold, wasting away
Livin' in a shell with no soul since you've gone away
Livin' in a world so cold, counting the days
Since you've gone away, since you've gone away
s/b s/nsm
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7/16/2014 8:28:24 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Up in the mornin' and out to school
The teacher is teachin' the Golden Rule
American history and practical math
You study' em hard and hopin' to pass
Workin' your fingers right down to the bone
And the guy behind you won't leave you alone
Ring ring goes the bell
The cook in the lunchroom's ready to sell
You're lucky if you can find a seat
You're fortunate if you have time to eat
Back in the classroom open you books
Gee but the teacher don't know
How mean she looks
Up in the mornin', an feed them cats
They sleep all day, ain' cot no rats
All ways the same, juss a nother day
Sleep in a sunbeam, too lazy ta play
Wen there a wake, there in my face
Lookin' fer food, all over the place
I cainnot wate, 'till the day is dun
We fall asleep, till the mornin' sun
Butt thet there's a lie, altho I do try
We know yer a wake, so... 'OPEN YER EYE'!
Same thing all over, more cat deja vu
So, what in the hell, am I gonna do
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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If there were guns and roses
stuck up their noses
think they would need a diaper change?
Prose -- gotta love it.
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7/20/2014 11:00:19 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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Oh -- to be the back
on a poet tree
rhyming rhymes for all to see.
Not possible is my guess
can't have more when you get less
Reckon a dog's gonna pp on me?
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7/21/2014 9:12:27 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Them pesky ants come two by two
Them pesky ants stay out of view
Them pesky ants slip rite thru screens
Them pesky ants don't want string beans
Them pesky ants of sugar variety
Them pesky ants come out at nitey
So, late at nite, I leave a saucer
Filled with wine, they think is wasser << German for water, cuz them pesky ants are immigr ants wat snuck a cross the boarder...
When I wake to a brite new morn'
They're belly up, dead drunk, not snor'n
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7/21/2014 9:15:05 AM |
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nat_now
Ocala, FL
56, joined Jul. 2013
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7/22/2014 9:11:35 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Mirror mirror, at the Shores
Hide yer daughters, lock yer doors
Whom is the badazz biker of all...
It shirley ain't you, as I re call... <<< mirror talkin'
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7/23/2014 1:41:11 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Sometimes, I'll sit and play
My keyboard, part of the day
Matters not, the tune shall be
As long, it's the key of 'C'
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7/24/2014 8:02:10 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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All in due time...
Butt my due time is runnin' out
An still don' know what it's all about
What's it all about Alfie
Is it just for the moment we live
What's it all about
When you sort it out, Alfie
Are we meant to take more than we give
Or are we meant to be kind?
And if, if only fools are kind, Alfie
Then I guess it is wise to be cruel
And if life belongs only to the strong, Alfie
What will you lend on an old golden rule?
As sure as I believe there's a heaven above
Alfie, I know there's something much more
Something even non-believers can believe in
I believe in love, Alfie
Without true love we just exist, Alfie
Until you find the love you've missed
You're nothing, Alfie
When you walk let your heart lead the way
And you'll find love any day Alfie, oh Alfie
What's it all about Alfie?
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7/24/2014 8:07:42 AM |
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nat_now
Ocala, FL
56, joined Jul. 2013
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He hadn't spoken for days...
He had just sat staring at the floor,
Said he could "see the path of life"
I hope he entered that door.
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7/25/2014 10:21:16 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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first there was one
then there were two
if one can't touch it
nothing will do
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7/26/2014 3:06:38 PM |
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ramshakkle
Interlochen, MI
62, joined Dec. 2012
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The old ones pass on after learning
All the recycled crap the world's churning
The young one's arrive
They're so fresh and alive
They must dig the same worms that keep turning
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7/26/2014 4:10:35 PM |
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jeffandr
Leechburg, PA
55, joined Aug. 2011
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Windows 8 was not much fun
That's why I got 8 point 1
Easy browsing like my phone
easy peasy is the tone
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7/27/2014 9:47:12 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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In the wee small hours of the mornin'
While the whole wide world is asleep
He lies awake and he hears a little toot
He thinks it's from him watchin' sports on 'ROOT'
You'd think an old dog mite have learned a lesson
But his thinkin' has gone sideways since he's old
It's the chili thet he eats what gives him them retorts
Not witch channel thet he likes ta watch his sports
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7/28/2014 10:39:42 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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If you follow the crowd
And not think out loud
Without originality
Who then, can you be
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7/30/2014 11:59:22 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Oh, for the life of a cat
THAT's where life is really at
Find a sunbeam an sleep all day
Trouble not find or come your way
Oh, for the life of a cat
But, not a cat in a silly hat
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7/30/2014 2:42:58 PM |
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nat_now
Ocala, FL
56, joined Jul. 2013
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Put another log on the fire...
I know that's in a song...
I think he just wants to wear her out,
From bending in her thong.
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7/31/2014 6:03:39 AM |
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ramshakkle
Interlochen, MI
62, joined Dec. 2012
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By all rights, we should die by the dozens
With our currents, estrangeds and half-cousins
It is all the world's rage
As foretold by the sage
Not to mention, those lunatic Russians
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7/31/2014 8:04:46 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Sometimes poetry is in what we see...
Puget Sound, Olympic Mountains...
Silhouettes at sunset...
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8/2/2014 9:35:10 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Memories of a first date...
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8/2/2014 9:50:44 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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I would like to be
a tree
In the forest -- believe
then leave.
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8/3/2014 11:12:17 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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DH...
It matters not how long ya mite stay
(OK so I'm stretchin' the truth)
It matters not what ya mite say
Butt...
Say thetcher a dog whom mite bark
Don't...
Or...
They won't validate where ya mite park
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8/3/2014 7:35:51 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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for an hour
for a day
it is but for
you to say
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8/5/2014 10:15:43 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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I'm in the mood fer trickle
Gov'mint don' be so fickle
Make all them fat cats pay
Their share each an everyday
More ta this song, but wait
I gotta skate, cuz I'm late
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8/5/2014 11:16:00 AM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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what is there in a banana tree
that facinates the world?
'tis but a palm that I see
fronds uncurled.
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8/7/2014 9:19:41 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Yes Virginia, there really is a yellow bird up high in banana tree...
Yellow Bird
Up high in banana tree
Yellow Bird
You sit all alone like me
Did your lady friend
Leave your nest again
This is very sad
Makes me feel so bad
You can fly away
In the sky away
You're more lucky than me
I also had a pretty girl
She's not with me today
They're all the same
The pretty girls
Take tenderness
Then they fly away
Yellow Bird
Up high in banana tree
Yellow Bird
You sit all alone like me
Let her fly away
In the sky away
Pick a town and soon
Take from night to noon
Black and yellow you
Like banana too
They might pick you someday
Wish that I were a yellow bird
I'd fly away with you
But I am not a yellow bird
So here I sit
Nothing else to do
Yellow Bird
Yellow Bird
Yellow Bird
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findingalicia
Lexington, KY
64, joined May. 2011
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Days linger only for brief time
Capture the sunlight in these eyes of mine
Flood my heart with healing rays
Bring back laughter to grieving days.
Memories placed upon the highest tier
Only to touch in times of fear
Live today with full of heart
Fuel the flame with a tender spark.
Mr Shaggy.
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8/7/2014 9:47:10 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Some where I asked about thet there tongue
No clue where It was, but threads it's among
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8/7/2014 9:59:26 AM |
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findingalicia
Lexington, KY
64, joined May. 2011
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Silliness and fun
All done with the tongue
Say it or do it..
What's done is done!!
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8/8/2014 9:59:50 AM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Ya know thetcher now a ole geezer
Fergot ta take bagels from the freezer
No need ta shout
No need ta pout
Cuz ya ain't thet ole scrooge Ebeneezer
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8/8/2014 2:01:08 PM |
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ramshakkle
Interlochen, MI
62, joined Dec. 2012
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Time's done traipsed too far down twisted trails
Been blown too hard by gruesome gales
Recollection fails
Cumbersome tales
Duplicitous change - like rabbits and snails
Fruitflies and whales
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8/8/2014 2:25:40 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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If you went swimming in Lake Huron...
and had to take a pee --
would it eventually flow into Erie --
as it headed out to sea?
If you stood upon the water
and gazed 360 'round --
would your gaze be on the homeland --
as you sighted land?
If you cringed in terror
at congress and parliment--
would you quake and shiver --
at where you pitched your tent?
If you burned your draft card
and ran for your dear life --
would you wind up a hermit --
no children, no love, no wife?
If you sought to leave your country
the land of your birth --
where the hounds of hell couldn't find you --
would it have been for what it's worth?
copyright peding August 2014 -- cupocheer
[Edited 8/8/2014 2:27:52 PM ]
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8/8/2014 5:49:50 PM |
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shaggyoledog
Ocean Shores, WA
69, joined Apr. 2011
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Beware the pull in evening's lull when moon is full
Oh what a site all thru the nite full moon so brite
And when I look the earth is shook my heart you took
I'll see you there with golden hair in our love affair
Our love affair is a wondrous thing
That we'll rejoice in remembering
Our love was born with our first embrace
And a page was torn out of time and space
Our love affair, may it always be
A flame to burn through eternity
So take my hand with a fervent prayer
That we may live and we may share
A love affair to remember
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8/9/2014 3:30:05 PM |
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cupocheer
Assumption, IL
66, joined May. 2010
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Rock Me Baby
B.B. King
Rock me baby, rock me all night long
Rock me baby, honey, rock me all night long
I want you to rock me baby,
like my back ain't got no bone
Roll me baby, like you roll a wagon wheel
I want you to roll me baby,
like you roll a wagon wheel
Want you to roll me baby,
you don't know how it makes me feel
Rock me baby, honey, rock me slow
Yeah, rock me pretty baby, baby rock me slow
Want you to rock me baby, till I want no more
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