JerryPat2
Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975
South Louisiana
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2012-11-04
05:15 AM
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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 10202
Fair to middlin' of nowhere
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2012-11-04
07:16 AM
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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 16975
South Louisiana
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2012-11-04
07:21 AM
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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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