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Gather all around come sit with me
I have a great story to tell you, you’ll see
Of a wonderful place way over the hill
Where rainbows all start, come see if you will
We can go there today, let’s go there at once
So close all your eyes it starts with a bump
Hold my hand tight as we go way up high
On this magical mystery old carpet ride
There are games we can play and lollies to eat
If you feel like it you can watch telly on a cloud seat
You can swim in a lake made out of chocolate mud
Or throw a egg high watch it come down with a thud
For mum and for dad there are things for you too
It can last the whole day all the things there for you
You can eat all you want and drink if you wish
Or float on the lake and catch a star fish
You can float right on by or lay and sun bake
No cleaning, no worries no decisions to make
You can sing with the birds and dance with a bear
You can ride on a bike on a road to no where
It all up to you whatever you choose
As it’s all in your mind, there’s no way you can loose

You say you're a good parent
Though your daughter's on the street.
You paid for things, a roof and clothes
She never lacked for stuff to eat.

You ask, "How can she do this?"
To YOU , when you've given so much!
It's just not FAIR, ungrateful kid
Always cringing at your touch.

Of course you've had to beat her
Isn't that how all kids learn?
There wasn't time to talk to her
All that money you could earn!

She may be doing drugs you've heard
Where'd she learn that way to think?
Anyway you have to go
You're upset and NEED a drink.

There wasn't time to hug her
Or listen to her fears
When you did, she got a smack
She knew you can't stand tears!

It just doesn't seem to matter
How hard you work and try
Bad things still happen TO YOU
Now there's good cause to cry!

_____________________________KML

IN SCHOOL THEY TOLD HIM ,THAT HE WAS NOT GOING TO AMOUNT TO ANYTHING IN LIFE
well, he showed them
i have money , i have the girls ,i can fight ,i am not scared of you
im the life of the party
i have my own apartment at 14
i know celeberties ,
hey yall look at me ,i can get in any club in the u.s. for free
if they wont let me in, i have the key, heyyy mann kick that back door open for me lets party for free
shawn was my enemy at first, and eventually became my friend
fight after fight sealed the bargin ,shawn was my friend to the end
to the end of the party
to the end of meeting that special girl
to the end of living a suckers life
and to the begging of living in a criminals world
pain and hardships is all that he knew in life
he came from a broken home he came from a broken life
shawn saved me from the life of being a hood
he seen my intelligence ,he seen my good

Cute little Mary Bottle lived in a cute little town called Cutesville. Little Mary was picture perfect. She always smiled at everyone, everyone in town. Her blue eyes were blue as the sky and her bouncy blonde hair glinted with a touch of sun. So all be told, litte Mary Bottle was good as gold.
Across town in the rundown section lived a little boy who was not cute, not cute at all. His dark hair was messy and beyond repair.
His sallow face boosted dark black eyes that missed nothing, absolutely nothing at all.....to be continued.

There is an old story and it's likely not true, but I am still going to share it with you.

You see the old story went that if you wanted to catch yourself a little birdie, and I know that this is probably going to sound pretty nerdy, but they showed you could sneak up behind him before he could bail, and if you were quick enough pour salt on his tail.

The salt did something to him and he would not be able to fly, believe me to the cupboard I went to grab a shaker and give this a try. Oh I tried for more than one summer, but I could never get close enough to a bird and so it was a real bummer.

Then one day I realized it was just a silly cartoon, well believe me I felt like a bit of a loon. I did stop trying to sneak up on birds and their tails, but the metaphor reminds me of how my life sometimes derails.

Problems we have can feel like that salt on our own behind, keeping us down and weighing heavy on our mind, but salt can't stop a birdie from flying, same as my problems can't stop me if I just keep on trying.

Don't be like me and chase after birds salt shaker in hand, the fact of it is you will never leave land, fly like a bird is another metaphor not real, for humans can't fly so we just have to deal.

Dealing with the everyday stuff, believe me I know that road can be rough, watch out for your derriere is what I always say, don't let a birdie put salt on your tail, no way.

It's just a poem but it has real meaning, stay true to yourself is where this one is leaning. The problems we face are like salt in our shakers, life has it's givers and definitely it's takers.

Do what you have to, to keep your behind free and be hasty, of the little white grains that can make some food more tasty, but salt of this life can ruin something good, how much you use be careful you should.

I know this all started by me watching television a long time ago, but the meaning is here and it's something you should know. Life and the things that are thrown right in our faces, are just the everyday things that happen in all the places.

Next time you think you have it the worst, think of this poem and let the laughter just burst, imagine a kid with a shaker in hand, running around on his parents own land. Looking for birds to shake on their tails, the grains of the earth, now those ships have sailed.

Don't let this poem stop you from trying, if I see this myself I will laugh until I am crying. Not laughing at you or your task at the time, just laughing my butt off thinking about this rhyme.

So a cartoon inspired the words written here, no more salt on my tail, at least not this year. I am going to try like the wind blows, to take all my problems and send them a rose.

I figure it like this at times when I am stressing, the salt on my past tail was merely a blessing, you see at least I still have a tail to watch out for, it's lucky for me since that thing has been chewed just about right off before.

I remember my mother hitting me
until I fell
i would scream and yell
but no one could her or see

she would grab my hair
pulling it harder as she it
screaming out her lungs
when I didnt do something right

The little boy from the other side of town raised his head
and looked around. All the town folk and the judges of course,
were looking at him. Looking at him with expectation on their
faces, please try little boy they seemed to be saying.
A sparrow landed on his shoulder and chirped just once
and from behind him, the boy heard
a little girls' voice whispering, "Please try, please do" "Please
my boy, I fear you are the best".
A single lovely note rang loud and clear and echoed about town. The little boy enchanted the judges and all
of Cutesville. And on that day
the boy from the other side of town was proclaimed the pageant winner and all were pleased. But most of all Mary Bottle was content and happy you see because today
she heard an angel sing so beautifully. This day and this day alone two angels were made. The little boy from the side of town with his beauteous voice and Mary Bottle for her generous and sweet soul.
The boys wish was granted that day as all the citizens of Cutesville adopted him of course. There ends this tale of woe which turned into one of joy. So keep your hearts open to hear the voices of angels wherever you go.

It's good to feel wanted..good to be alive,
For a while I was down..but I'm glad I survived...
To see your cute little face..hear your sweet baby voice,
It takes me back to the days,when I was 'one of the boys'
We'd call for our girl,then when the evening was gone...
We'd still see them home..(though sometimes at dawn)
We knew it was wrong,to keep the girls out so late..
But we were young,and the girls?..they were all special dates.
We knew that their parents, would be angry and mad..
And if a door suddenly opened..it was sure to be her Dad!
Oh,there were'nt any shotguns, no weapons in sight,
He did'nt need weapons to give us a fright.
Then next day we'd meet,and exchange a few tales..
Was her father still angry..was her mother still pale?
But we never did learn..never really heeded..
It was worth all the risk..to see the girl you needed!
And the hippies 'free love'?..well,yes it was there..
For the hippies and beatniks, with the flowers in their hair!
In their own little world,drugged up to the eyes..
Hardly surprising that so many of them died!
So were we all angels?..no,you're quite right,
We'd sometimes want more,when we cuddled up tight,
But in those far distant days..as I recollect..
For your girl,for your parents..there was always respect!
Now the sixties have gone,and I'm no longer young..
The songs we loved then?..they're still being sung..
And like those old songs..I know I'll survive,
I'm healthy,I'm happy..just glad to be alive.

Long long ago, there were two little girls, who argued quite a lot.over things, and clothes,and boys, and of course mom and dads attention.

As time went by and as they grew they moved away from each other.
she on the East coast and me on the West, we never saw each other.

we were both married with children, and many things to be done.
we never made time to see the other one.

Then one day, we made time for one another, our children grown now,
not so much to do, and we both thought how nice it would be to spend some time together.

The plans were made, and the day finially came.... and we were together at last. having fun together, shopping and dining, and playing like the children we used to be.

the time soon came to say goodbye..... and we hugged each other and cried.

just two sisters, making the time to be with one another.........


this is dedicated to my wonderful sister Ellen

The little bunny
had a shiny nose,
a thing it could not
mend,
because its little
powder puff
was at the other
end.