Morning class, notes to New York City, Franky Trees listen up. Shame on you. Father Time,tree hugger, to go to Rome, Muscow.

Retired:💞⚘💟❤Wishing You A Happy Day 💘❣💝❤ Into the fires, babes to be born, rocks to roll, gems to love. Back to the beginning, strangers to friends, walks in the park, at the beach, happy trails. Time alone, Cali chick, babe, dances for one man, smart, strong, lion under the stars. Style, grace, charms, faces in the mud, clear views, shit, dung and wales on land, lots of frogs also.

And yours shows also, common, plain and ordinary, no stats shared, location, what age, how tall, retired from what, 420 connected, good times, good time toads, hard to tell, what do you have to say?Magic Madness, rats in white gloves, love the horse and pony shows, men and mice, cartoon hits. 🍆💦💦💦Spring is in the air... 🎶🎼🎵Let The Music Play .No problem 😁😁😁😁

Looking for the right thing to do, so that you can get the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow, is something for everyone that lives and gives back.B I N G O, heads to count, roles to play animals under the skin...Standards set, dreams and nightmares, men and mice, faces in the herds.Live And Learn, Pages To Books, Walks In The Park. 

Joys And Pains, Good Times, Dances On The Sands Of Time: Fairy tales in the bible, lots of love, for the sheep and goats, dreams in action, veterans and earth angels on the roads to greatness.Lessons, Blessings, Tests Over Time. Men And Mice, Coins To Flip. Dances.😈😈😈DROP A Dime. 👀🤣

Senior to senior, retired, lots of time to spare, boys to men, circles, seasons of givers, takes, pages to go. Every one has, views and noses, birds and bees, babes on the beach, dazes and stone, lovers gone, dates with horses to run. Rats to races, dances for dollars, horse and pony shows, love and luck, cards to flip, good times.Homes, Hopes, Wishes, Dreams In Motions: Out Of Fucks To Give:No Free Rides.

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Rats To Roaches, Guns And Roses, Heads To Count, Running On Simple, Slow And Stupid.HI, sort of cryptic poetry there doll !Want to start today, this week, this month. Dates to start, like in the old days, have never had that. Dates. For so long. Have a son, that wants to start being on his own. 

Let the rope games begin 🐶🐶🐶Lots to talk about. I am in a happy place now, strangers to friends and I give it all to Glory! Let us all have a terrific day, every day, all the time. Lots of light in the world to share, spring is here, great weather to be outside, senior to senior, the young at heart. It would be nice, to meet a man, retired, works at home, teacher for the events to lead to a long life, hands to hold, views to share, places to go, until the end of time. Giant on land, heads above common, son to shine bright, gems to love, pebbles on the sands of time. Stats, location, age, how tall, things we have in common, dreams in motion, where to go next, can we start there...

Light your candles, lift up your lights, tell a tale, write a song, do a dance for the good times. Time of your life, Pitbull-great song, everyday is the best day so far, gifts of the cloud castle in the sky. Greeting from the queen of numbers, sea hag, Pixie Dust in Newport Beach on the west coast.  Morning class, notes to New York City, Franky Trees listen up. Shame on you. Father Time,tree hugger, to go to Rome, Muscow.

Just put the tin man on the plane to the 3s, and the 4s, undercover as a tree hugger, to go to Rome, Muscow, and places to party with the start of the race. Lessons in the numbers up to 12, bakers dozen best, out of the gate 15 ring, parents higher numbers to the end of time. Gifts to share daily.

Morning class, notes to New York City, Franky Trees listen up. Katz in the cradle, baby rocking the boat. 2 kittys playing games on the beach. Lost my three lines, lost your number. 

Here is the big one, 2 are terrible always, I did not have mind, and you left me to have it on Julie, and Angie. Shame on you. Father Time, not Franky Trees, or Frankie Trees, in NEW YORK CITY,,,,,

Get out of the fives, get the fours, a dick, a dog, a cando monkey, for the trps out of this world, fairy tales to restore. Read a book, Red and Wolf. Edge of the earth art, Huntington Beach on Tuesday, Rachel Walker for the view in the darkness, in the shadows. Morning class, notes to New York City, Franky Trees listen up. Shame on you. Father Time,tree hugger, to go to Rome, Muscow.

Mountain  Pools.Time for a dip, time for a wash, time to come cleans. Notes and tips shared, views out in circles on internet. Lessons learned in simple stories, love and hate, horns of a goat, dances on the beach. Goodness and mercy angels, dogwood  butterflies, Jesus  and Moses gifts of stories to share.  Morning class, notes to New York City, Franky Trees listen up. Shame on you. Father Time,tree hugger, to go to Rome, Muscow.

Oriah Mountain Dreamer

home pagIt doesn't interest me what you do for a living. I want to know what you ache for and if you dare to dream of meeting your heart's longing.

It doesn't interest me how old you are. I want to know if you will risk looking like a fool for love, for your dream, for the adventure of being alive.

It doesn't interest me what planets are squaring your moon. I want to know if you have touched the center of your own sorrow, if you have been opened by life's betrayals or have become shriveled and closed from fear of further pain.

I want to know if you can sit with pain, mine or your own, without moving to hide it, or fade it, or fix it.

I want to know if you can be with joy, mine or your own; if you can dance with wildness and let the ecstasy fill you to the tips of your fingers and toes without cautioning us to be careful, be realistic, remember the limitations of being human.

It doesn't interest me if the story you are telling me is true. I want to know if you can disappoint another to be true to yourself. If you can bear the accusation of betrayal and not betray your own soul. If you can be faithless and therefore trustworthy.

I want to know if you can see Beauty even when it is not pretty every day. And if you can source your own life from its presence.

I want to know if you can live with failure, yours and mine, and still stand at the edge of the lake and shout to the silver of the full moon, 'Yes.'

It doesn't interest me to know where you live or how much money you have. I want to know if you can get up after the night of grief and despair, weary and bruised to the bone and do what needs to be done to feed the children.

It doesn't interest me who you know or how you came to be here. I want to know if you will stand in the center of the fire with me and not shrink back.

It doesn't interest me where or what or with whom you have studied. I want to know what sustains you from the inside when all else falls away.

I want to know if you can be alone with yourself and if you truly like the company you keep in the empty moments.

Pieces of a dream, word to live by, friends defined for the better dazes left to share the good news of the joys and pains of the bumps in the road. 

Happy and dazed still with the bumps in the road, the fake friends for a period of time in darkness. During a periods of darkness, lost my joys and pleasures in the life given, sad and blue for the snakes in the grass, wanted to give a little more, but was staved to death. Have nightmares of the joys and pains of life on the edge. Stuck in a coffin with a whale of a fag for a dream lover to take for the trips to hell with a hell hound.

Frogs and views from the dark side of the moon, whale on land and the bend and twisted views of truth and honesty, and self-serving, with views in their glass house. What you do not know is better to guess from you views, and hope that you keep the ball in the right court. Different views of the elephant for the 12 blind men. 

Views are like noses, and have another view from a whale, view of a frog, or view from a snake in the grass not sure. 

Still in the dark.