Red hearts, red heat, red fires to burn, songs to sing, what do you want for the birds and the bees, daily events, good times. Songs in the trees, songs to sing, dances on the sands of time, happy notes, birds and bees. Good times, dances in the dogwood trees, dances for the good times, dances for the classes done, the snakes, the frogs, the land whales, classes of love and hate, sheep and goat tales, horns of love, horns of hate, coins to flip. Dances in the wings. Happy notes, birds and bees, songs in the dogwood trees.
Eric Clapton - I Shot The Sheriff (Live from Crossroads 2010)
Happy Friday, plans in place for today, but the weekend is a different story. Words of lovers, words of mothers, words of love and honor with a kid, that I had, once long ago. Hope for life to go on, hope for a bright and sunny day, after the bumps in the road, how to keep moving on. Night to follow day, day after night, stars in the darkness, knights to be created, classes to take. Hope and hands out to help, lovers and haters, tales of mind, had a moment or two to spare.
Veterans, females, males, homeless and alone, on the streets, help the lost get back on track. Hope and light, peace and understanding, ways to turn things around, hope in hands. Hands to lend a hand, hand out, and help to learn new ways to get strong, again. Hands out for the mistakes, help to correct the hurts, correct the pains, joys to return.
Morning lights, birds and bees, early in the day, dawns after the darkness. Hopes for more, max more in everything, money and head games. Blue oceans of dreams, ships of dreams to ride, over the seven seas. Hope and the fires in purple, orange and blue, colors of the rainbows, fairies to read. Earth angel in me. My son is 20 and school still. His life a student, has six more years to go. I support him also, have make sure he get a head start on life. Different from what I have done. Beating of a his own tunes. Marching forward to better, days on land, riding the waves.
Snakes And Worms, History Recorded, Frogs Army Notes To Take.
Morning lights, birds and bees, early in the day, dawns after the darkness. Hopes for more, max more in everything, money and head games. Blue oceans of dreams, ships of dreams to ride, over the seven seas. Hope and the fires in purple, orange and blue, colors of the rainbows, fairies to read. Earth angel in me. My son is 20 and school still. His life a student, has six more years to go. I support him also, have make sure he get a head start on life. Different from what I have done. Beating of a his own tunes. Marching forward to better, days on land, riding the waves.
Snakes and Frogs, Army Frogs Jewish Rites, cows and sheep, horns to blow, dances in the dark. Songs to sing, keys to hearts, keys to rights and records, boats to float. 5 cents to spare, cards on table, poker plays. Movies to watch, " Lucky Guy", poker plays, father and son. Fruits and nuts, crooks and liars, card players in this movie, horse and pony shows. Now time for two hours, card games to watch, winner takes all. UPDATES: History recorded, July 21, 2015: Another story fresh from the seas of frogs. Steven Jarrot, niggers and white slaves, history online. Holiday from male frogs with offspring in April, 16, 1995, Rachellyn1010 , Rachel Wigsout , Rachel Jarrot , one day a year, joys and pleasures. Done and over. Looking at the days, months, and color of your shirt, a new fairy tale. Let's take September 4, 1962, first attempts in learning, learned in first attempt. Life lessons to share.
Flipping the coin, looking in the mirror in yesterday, days done. It was the third of September, in the month of March 2011: This was how the story went. Guy met girl, loved the image, black female veteran, the first one, stories so funny, kept the girl for awhile. Happy with girl of his dreams, mother met her, was not able to talk, scream and yellowed for police. What a show, bitch in heat, scared to death, funny to see, Rachel Jarrot had a big laugh. Still laughing no doubt, not sure. What a happy day it was, trip to meet the mother, Sima Jarrot, the Queen of Cuba? Not the queen of ENLAND for sure. Lessons learned on paths taken.
Flipping the coin, looking in the mirror in yesterday, days done. It was the third of September, in the month of March 2011: This was how the story went. Guy met girl, loved the image, black female veteran, the first one, stories so funny, kept the girl for awhile. Happy with girl of his dreams, mother met her, was not able to talk, scream and yellowed for police. What a show, bitch in heat, scared to death, funny to see, Rachel Jarrot had a big laugh. Still laughing no doubt, not sure. What a happy day it was, trip to meet the mother, Sima Jarrot, the Queen of Cuba? Not the queen of ENLAND for sure. Lessons learned on paths taken.
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