Tuesday, December 22, 2015

Sunny And Bright, Life is a Beach, Good Times

 Happy notes, happy songs to sing, moment to momehts, the best is yet to come, good times. Stars and wishes, dishes of fish, soups of frogs, foods for feasts, happy holidays.  Earth Angel: In the still of the night, snakes bites, in the polls in the dark, necks out for cool air. Bites  once or twice, bite by a snake, time to he rolls of dice. Party and play pads, on the sands of times. Here today and gone tomorrow, candles in the wind. Red lights on for freaks out at night, suckers to cum, hell to pay. Good times with hell hounds, snakes in dens, dangers with land whales, tips and tails.



Fairy Tales, Frogs and Fish, tips to share, views of others, history recorded.  Jeans to wear, what to say, points to be made, three lefts makes a right. What do you mean, to stay or to go, running out of time. Notes to address, nightmares in real life, Fat Mexican, men in glasses. Wolves in school, time before life in military, path on the way. One veterans, story, ptsd, mental issues, faces in mirror. Best dayes, last laughs, dead wrong, made you stronger. If it does not kill you, will make you stronger, my mother said, daily tips.

 Pilar Desilva, Penny Moore, Rachel Butch, names in winds, sisters with different mothers. All the same. Small worlds. Still scared of Mexican men, sorry Steven Jarrot, 7608512267, seasons of love and hate, Maya Jarrot, horns to blow. Dances in the dark, dances with wolves, dances with snakes, lessons learned. Trips to hell and back, thanks to you, much better, the start, back up, not dead. Stronger, wiser, free to fly, not dead yet, thanks for classes on love and hate, horns of goats, horns to blow.

Sad story about veterans, 22 dead every day, problems for  the world to see.thanks for sharing..,with the lessons learned. To teach, to learn, to share the joys and pains, to write the stories of chances taken to bring lights on these matters. Sad and blue about the lack of growth. Same stories, different dazes, life on the  beach, in a dated RV alone. Sad for the frogs kissed for the chance to change, windows always open, to flip the coins to brighter dazes. Paths not taken, the high roads, hands out to help a frog or a fish, get on the ships of dreams.

Warm Hearts :Reasons to dance, names changes to hide from haters, lots of hot air blowing about seek and crop off hands. Views shared of the fish that got away. Educated and mature frogs and fish, pens used to fight the hate sent by group texts, love and devotion, it is not. Gifts to share to repost the bumps in roads, with the lessons learned.


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