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I just spent about 48 bucks on some fake flowers for the top of your tombstone
I gave you 100 bucks back in 2006 when I worked for Americold
A job you helped me to get
I didn't like that job much
But it was better than Lactalis
Now you have been away for one year and nine months
What have you been doing?
A lot of fishing, trapping, napping, eating out, ginseng and morel hunting
Spending time with your dad and your step dad
I know you didn't like it where you were
I didn't like you being there either
Unable to move and do all the things that brought you joy
Away from your grand kids and your home where you had privacy
I posted pics of you on facebook of you doing all the things you enjoyed
Happy 85 Birthday
And
I miss you a lot!

Dad and I would sail across the lake
Slicing through the foaming white caps
Outrunning those summer storms
Fearless as Viking gods
Sailing down the coast
Memories made
Sail again
Sail with
Joy

Another year is under way
already two months almost gone
I still have four days left to go for this month
I booked a trip to Hawaii
Other than that I played a lot of video games
Ate out at various restaurants
Played with my cell phone a lot
Spending most of it on Youtube
A little on Facebook, and a little more on Tictok
My favorite youtube clip right now is Rude Budda on SNL
My favorite Tictok speech is on buying her bath water
What?
There sure must be a lot of lonely men out there
A lot!

I've been listening to music since I can remember
My earliest memory was Neil Diamond
Then there was Afternoon Delight and Rubberband Man in 1976
I really got into the groove in 1983
Michael Jackson and The Police had my attention
I used to listen to my music on records from 1983 to 1985
Then it was cassettes in my car from 1985 to 2001
I got my first CDs in 1999 and played them in my car in 2002 to 2019
Now I have to listen to MP3 on my flash drives
It holds over 3,000 songs which to me is amazing
I also have my cell phone where I can listen to anything on YouTube
My last song was OMD's So In Love

Wisconsin Dells
Is a place I feel pretty well
Mini golf at Pirate's Cove
Walk up main street where i like to rove
Fudge shops, souvenir shops, and cheese
There's always something that will make you pleased
Timbavati Zoo is better now in any weather
Especially when they thinned out the Macaw Parrots
So they weren't pulling out each other feathers
Wisconsin Deer Park is nice this time of year
If you like feeding deer
Kalahari has it all
If it decides to rain, you can mini golf and hit your ball
Moose Jaw and Macs are good places to eat
There are plenty more good resturants for a treat
Cambrian sandstone rock formations on the Wisconsin River
They have a beauty that will always deliver
So the place up there is just fun
And the 95 mile drive is a pretty run

Words are a great treasure of the truths and feelings spoken. They show a little of my person, who seeks to reach the heart that he loves, and thus, sometimes they call me a poet. For this reason, when writing them, I have to measure them with the feeling, each one that is transcribed. It only needs to have one weight. Within this understanding that I have, the words need to say something, just as I read them. This vigilance with the written words, I do only to please the feelings. I take the necessary care to write, this being my greatest and true treasure. I'm just love and affection, I have sensual thoughts and erotic attitudes.

I got a treat of free golf with a golf cart yesterday
It was at a golf course I used to be a member at in 1994 around May
It was hole number 16 that sits about 150 yards from my parking spot
I connected with a six iron and the ball flew up and hot
Sticking on the green about three feet away
Telling myself to sink the putt there would be nothing my head would say
Clear your mind of all the junk
And into the hole the ball went with a plunk
I had golfed this hole about 100 times before
But since it is rare for me to edit my thoughts, the good shots went out the door
So like in life if you can clear your mind of the bad
You can do things that will make you glad
I'm still working on this as I am 52
So I can enjoy my life till it is through

If you could read my mind
What a tale my thoughts would tell
Trying to get up that great big hill of hope
For a destination
Now tell me what you gonna do
When judgement comes for you
No one to blame
You know I love you, 99
Let me hear you say
Fight the power
Living in a promise land
Our dreams are made of steels
Sundown you better take care
If I find you been creepin round my back stairs!

Your mama sent you to a country store
She said
Don't dilly dally around

You're walking barefoot on a dusty road
And you don't hear any sound
Of an automobile don't dilly dally around

You walk by a creek the fish are jumping high
And now a big one caught your eye
This is the best chance you ever found but don't dilly dally around

As you are chewing on a piece of straw
Your old straw hat makes a good shade over the ground
But don't dilly dally around

Way back when this could have been true
Way back when this saying was new
Don't dilly dally around

Golden letters swirl along, their magickal energies mingling
Dancing, twirling, pirouetting to the piper's melodies
On the breath of air that captivating one poised quill
Of the wordsmith as it stands poignantly to attention
Language clear and consicely woven to their new ability
Words weighted and whispers yearning to be heard
A sound that is half-spoken, softly sung, knowing that
What's been written has been done to the extremes of
The quill that screams as it stresses the powerful strain
Of Magic within its power, and all it needs is a finishing touch
Where the rhymes can speak for themselves, emphasizing, Hot
Too much?

As the piper concludes his Scottish tracks,
The words form a message saying 'God has got your back'
Diplomacy in the art of tact, security in knowing that
Mingling energies coinsided, work together, not trying to hide it
The words themselves know what to do, its about piecing together
Chips and part of the puzzles that fall on through
But as the feathered quill darts and trusts in the innate gift
That doesn't collect more dust, the enigmatic inspiration of
Introspection that pours through this stanza thus, has
Powered many that drink the potions of collected lust
And by the darkness of the sky itself, the piper has laid down
His pipes to respect the health of the listeners that do connect

To retain a sense of peace within the air from which,
The dead, they call, simply to encourage, uplift and help us all
The last position recalled on the listening ear,

But not everyone will hear the sound of the pipes far and wide, transported back to the days of depression, poverty and when times were hard
From the days when one could hear the music from their own
Backyard
From when one could rest easy and leave the window open for the music to drift in, and answers could be found in the silence from when spirit whispered memories bathed in love
Silent messages that came in on the wings of a white dove

That brought in the symbolism of peace and a trusted source
Of a lesson in life, not knowing the consequences of what was wrought, the pain and the hurt from that lesson was taught
And in the silence, the answers were sought, in that one memory, life was indeed, caught, but if it weren't for us listeners
Then it would've been all for naught