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Waiting for the Rest
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Waiting for the Rest |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana 
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 The night’s sky with its twinkling stars, I’ve slept under, felt like a Czar. I propped my feet on the full moon, It reminded me of cartoons. The all clear bell has pealed for me, When I nearly drowned in the dead sea. Lay awake at night in the dark, I thought all of my friends were narc's. I’ve been on my knees; primal thoughts, I was wound so tight; I was taut. I walked through hell because of her; Old Father Death was my chauffer. Spoke to God, He did not speak back, I don’t blame Him, I was on smack. The blood of the lamb I’ve seen drain, In the frozen Wyoming plains. I’ve done all that and I’m still here, I should be resting on my bier. I’ll wait until I get a clue. There’s something I know I must do. © September, 2012 / Jerry Pat Bolton ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
You have thoughts left to share and words yet to be written and a heart that still loves in spite of it's self. Yes, my dear friend you have something to do.  lori  |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Ah . . . and you know how to give me a boost. Thank you, Lori. ~*~ If they give you lined paper, write sideways. ~*~ |
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