Paths Crossed:Because: People Still Get In Trouble. Houses To Foreclose, World Of Excuses, Assholes, Bitches And Bastards, Noses And Views To Share.I stand for the Anthem because it’s a honor & privilege to live in America.
Seasons Of Delight, Wishes And Stars.Back in time when dirt was cheap, and Jesus Christ was a boy, stars to shine, sons of dogs, bitches and hoes, faces in the layers of brown, dirt, shit of fecal matters.Heads up, hands out, to help you back up again.
Music to dance to, music to tell pieces of the stories, fairy tales of life to create, Moses and Jesus, men on the same time, white for the masses around the world, another fairy tale to control the sheep. Fairy tales in the bible, happy life after you expire if you follow the rules, or burn in hell, love and devotion with a twist, acceptable to frogs around the globe. Jokers to the right and clowns to the left, stuck in the middle with better stories to get older and wiser as a giant. Gifts to share, the joys and pains in learning the first time, English is fine for me.
Just happy and delighted with the bumps in the roads, and the lessons learned, hated the frogs, fools, and jackasses of the last five years more or less. Felt like I was stuck in 1952 in the, back on the bus in the back, and I do not ride buses. Stuck in a coffin, with a gay, fat, whale of a man, stuck on dim lights, fingers pointed at others for deeds and actions. Still a child, telling tales for attention, stuck in a blame game, pot and kettle still black. 2013 was a winning year for lessons. More mountains to climb, more valleys to cross, back to school to work smarter not harder...
TIME TO TURN THE PAGE:Once Bitten By Snakes, Dances with Wolves.Fairy tales,Beach Bum on a path to self-discovery:Stronger for the classes.Black, White, Wholes In Heads, Coins To Play, Signs Of Good Times, Both Sides.SHOUT OUT TO OUR TROOPS!!
Jumps for joys? Cheers and grades in class. Spuds if singer, hats to wear. Hairs to hats. Dances on the side of the roads, life in a tin can. RV camping, way of life for a frog or two.
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