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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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oh for sure I was born to ramble and ramble I did I did not marry well my bride (first) came to me out of a bottle of speed and Timothy Leary’s nightmares wasn’t looking for land of my dreams latched onto evil rode its coattails into the night still . . . there was more punishment than crime and I lost my way again and again I lost my way to wind up here Thibodaux, Louisiana ship ran aground I sit here alone (not lonely) spilling my guts into this computer still . . . I wouldn’t do a damn thing different (changed my mind, used to say I'd do a lot different) ©July 1, 2014 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ When politicians give up on liberty, it falls to poets to preserve it. Or write its epitaph. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
It is a pretty cool thing my friend to be at your stage in life and be able to say that... especially when that wasn't always the case. How wonderful you are spilling your guts into your computer and not into some poor bartender's ear. Write on! Lori  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Good morning Lori. I have to agree with the bartender remark. I've come to the conclusion that what is, is, and all you can do with it is play the hand you've got. ~*~ When politicians give up on liberty, it falls to poets to preserve it. Or write its epitaph. ~*~ |
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