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What A Day

It all started when I woke up this morning
There was a cat in my bed
What’s that I said?
A cat named Fred
Was in my bed.
Then the cat named Fred
Hopped out of my bed
And chased a rat
And sat on the mat
And that’s that


I SAW A LITTLE butterfly

I saw a little butterfly
And he was ever so high
Up in the sky.
Then I saw a bunny rabbit
And I tried to grab it.
Then I saw a frog
Sitting on a log
I gave it a poke
And it gave a croak.



HALLOWEEN IS HERE NEXT WEEK


Halloween is coming
Yippee Yippee
And its only one week away
Hooray Hooray
And ghosts will give you a scare
Wooooooo Wooooooo
Witches will be on their brooms
Ha Ha Ha Ha
Skeletons will rattle their bones
Rattle Rattle Rattle
All of the doors creaked closed
Creeeeeek Creeeeeek

As Christmas time comes once again
we think of family and recall old friends.

Our thoughts turn to feasting and presents to give
of time spent rejoycing and the good life we live.

But not of the person who is cold and alone.
Who now has no family or a place to call home.

Who is thankful to find a warm place to sleep.
And in one small pack all their possessions can keep.

Who while we are singing, toasting all near and far
lay shivering in alleys or perhaps an old car.

Men, Women and Children are all in this plight,
who dread each new day and fear each new night.

While God and His Angels look down from above.
Wondering what happened to His gift of LOVE.

MY PLANE WELL FLY UP IN THE SKY
TO MY BELOVED HOME, SWEET HOME
i COUNT DAYS N HOURSE OT FLY
BACK TO SEE MY CAR MY ROOM
I MIS EVERYTHING I DONT DENY
EVEN MY FLOWERS , MY STONE
MY FREINDS CALL ON MY PHONE
I LL BE PLEASED SO SOON

Marks are mine
Bad things to change
The ups n downs
Always wanted a sail
Ripped through the lane
Ripped far and wide
Ripped like the beggars
Ripped from my pride
Erase and a pause
Followers applaud
King to Queen
Queen to King
Dust on the fabric
I'm there in heart.

don't hate the player hate the fact that you tried to play a playa and got played

I open my door
I hop on a bus then a train
I cross the channel by ferry
in france i stand and look around

the effel tower wow what a view better even from the top
looking down what a drop
people here there running around tiny people all can be found
from my view from the top

I sight see looking around
I wander around paris in a dream ,places to find
My eyes open to the places around
The arc the triumph i like best

Notra Dame Cathedral i like best oh what majestic view it offer to you
Sailing on the river siene, oh what a view looking out at things we can Do places to rest and time to chill have a drink and admiire the view
I drink my champange resting seating admiring the views ill think
I will come here again.

The silence,
delicately woven in the still night,
as i walk along the stream.
Generous tidings of moonlight,
filtered gleam through the stream,
catching the stars of naked trout,
twillight when striked,
moths chosen height,
spirals to the sound of the grasshoppers hymn.
In the spirits thirst,
staring at my feet,
Laughter in the stream,
forgotten the ruefull tunes of life.

The summer sky a darker shade of blue
vivid colors almost a world brand new
the smell off blossoms looming promise
of excitement filled the air
close your eye's and you are there
music coming from all around
an upbeat tempo a happy sound
children laughing just down the street
laying in the shade to escape the heat
lazy days spent lounging in the lawn counting
lady bugs and picking flowers
the beautiful afternoon thunder showers
the smell of the rain on the hot pavement
makes me think about when I was a kid
about my summer breaks and all the crazy things
we did
before they should the leaves start to fall
as summer whispers it's last call

Christmas comes on jingle-bell feet
tinkling all over my morning paper;
but middle-class wolves howl
at my door, lurking and raping my mood.

In a outraged of head-shake denial
and of wondering;
why do I have to think of that now?

When, I've got to get to Big Lots
finish all my x-mas shopping
and arrange a babysitter
for the party tonight.

When, I've got cabin fever
and a howl rising in me!

When, I want to be pretty arm candy
and hold mistletoe kissing contests,
don't burn me now Santa.

The list goes on and on....

until I finally realize;
I need to be more grateful
for my haves, instead of pissed off
about what I haven't got.

If greed is need, then I'm
in pretty sorry shape no
matter the seasons reasons.

Rock-a-by, child of God, rock-a-by.

Do you care?

Christmas was a day of joy and sharing
I went for a walk and it was raining
Stopped at Tim Hortons for some tea
It was funny who I would see
I sat by myself quiet and alone
People there from afar had flown
Hockey night in canada and other sports
I met different relations from all sorts
Joe Sakic"s aunt was sitting beside me
As I was casually enjoying my tea
Theo Fleury's cousin was across of me
As I was casually enjoying my tea
whatever happenned to the Winnipeg jets
Phoeneix Coyotes hockey sticks and nets
The team had come and played for a decade
Now it is gone and a new path is made
Phoenix to Hamilton or Nevada
We need a team here in Canada
Santa has been and gone
I sit here all alone
Love to everyone from here and afar
As I wish upon a falling star
Merry Chistmas and Happy New Year to everyone
I hope your New Years is a happy and prosperous one.