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Sometimes you resist something you don’t think you’ll like,
And when you give in, you wish you’d started earlier in life.
This Poem reminisces of my resistance to square dancing
And giving in and learning it really felt more like prancing.
Mom’s Cats
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Mom loved cats to sit on her lap while she rested,
They started their motors and they purred as they nested.
This poem discusses a couple of cats she had at our home,
When Craig and I were young boys bugging cats on the roam.
PAD
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Not too long after I retired from working hard for a living,
Some serious pain to me both of my legs were sure giving.
This poems describes how I was able to help my legs some,
Avoiding scalpel surgery, and a more difficult time to come.
MaMa’s Cookin‘
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My Mom and Dad never ate out while we were growing older.
So the cooking was always a load on our Mom’s shoulders.
She became a super cook and this poem discusses her meals,
That we ate everyday as they had much palate appeal.
Double Talk
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As young people in Phillips schools, our communications were wild.
Sure we all knew pig latin, but Double Talk had much more style.
This poem just gives a few examples of how double talk looks,
When two people get into a conversation, it really cooks. Continue reading
Graduation Trip
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After spending 5 years getting an engineering degree,
A short vacation seems in order before working you see,
This poem explores the week my cousin and I took camping,
Before heading for our lifelong jobs and our lives revamping. Continue reading
The Things We Did
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When we were just kids looking for fun things to do,
We often found things that were so far out in the blue,
This poem talks of some of the things that we did,
Without thinking too much, but just being kids.
Granddaddy’s and Granddaughter’s Love
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I ran across a poem Tamara wrote when my Dad died,
My Mom really loved it a lot, and it did make her cry.
Even though you may not understand all the things she does say,
The love she expresses just made all of the families day. Continue reading
Raw Honky Tonk
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Classic honky tonk music is the best music in the land,
It’s good for beer drinking and makes two stepping so grand,
This poem explores the best artists and their great songs.
If you can’t get into these songs you’re lost so, so long.
White Sox
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When I was a young man, I loved to play baseball,
I mostly played sandlot ball with the neighbors and all.
This poem describes the one year I played baseball,
In the little league with an umpire making the calls. Continue reading