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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
I was asleeping by my shack Head over heels I was leaning back Listening to a man telling me I had no place for where I be Sun was low over me that day Sun was high and he had that day Didn't do his brain away Man was talking cotton Wool flustered brain Sweat trickling on the beat Of his summer rain And I sang Man I am sitting sweet Ain't no way I getting heat You have no place to go I am here and singing low Up my beat to my song I am here You won't be long Cause I am honest don't you see You are intelligent not me So take your time Tell me more Cause you are the man I'm working for Don't know why he went away Suppose he felt he couldn't stay I never heard him complain at all Not that I can recall So I sit in my shack And just think And relax |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
I guess that type of relationship has never been easy .... one has a "calculating" intelligence, but the "thinker" questions also the heart ... to "think and to relax" is always a good exercise, as you show here. Love, Margherita |
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Magnus
since 2001-10-10
Posts 14135South Carolina, USA |
Dave, enjoyed the read and the beat of this. Thanx... |
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DavePage Member Elite
since 2003-12-21
Posts 2917 |
Margherita I thought of it as a balance - maybe I am for the down trodden but you win some, you lose some and the biggest problem is the one's who arn't easy and you are making your non-existent quota on the easy ones who out-think where it matters. love Dave Magnus Many thanks for the words Dave |
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