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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
| Winter is back and I'm not having it! So, I sit on my deck in my two piece swimsuit catching the rays of cloud cover. I am content with my island induced dreams and illusions.I will not shiver or shake from the nippy winds that blast me. In my make-believe paradise, they are the balmy winds of beach life.The sleet falling from the sky are truly the faint spraying of mist-filled drops from the sea. The snowy ground cover in my yard is the sandy surroundings of my beach I catch the peering eyes of my neighbors from behind the curtains as they question my sanity. The squirrels still hiding their winter nuts are the ones that are nuts! I do plan on wringing the neck of a certain groundhog. |