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When I was about 48 years of age, a middle aged man,
I had a rash under my arm that I itched with my hand,
That rash just kept getting worse causing me much pain,
And I just kept scratching that itch over and over again. Continue reading
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We rafted the Rio Grande River near South Fork every year,
Up there in that mountain country so pure and so clear.
Every summer we were up their with family and friends,
What fun we all had on that river with all its sharp bends. Continue reading
There was a little mountain cabin where I used to go,
Up there in the mountains that were capped with snow.
Feeling so close to God when I was there in the summer,
Spending my free time enjoying all His natural wonders. Continue reading
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At times, I get a wild hair up my mass and write strange things,
About whatever weird wild subject my old memory does bring.
I guess these weird things are inside all of us just wanting out.
So I planted the seeds and just let all my weird things sprout. Continue reading
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Sometimes we experience some things we don’t understand,
This just happened while proof reading a blog to this old man.
I thought about it some and decided to write this poem too.
To explain something that happened to me last night to you. Continue reading
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This place we call home is not just a house on the street.
The home is made by the family love we share so sweet.
We lived in many different houses along our life’s long way,
But our home we made ourselves with love there to stay. Continue reading
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Every once in a while, I write a bedtime story for my grandkids,
That I can tell them when I see them and it’s time to go to bed.
This poem bedtime story is about two mischievous ferrets,
Who were brothers that both just loved to snack on carrots. Continue reading
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In the many years that I have been here on this green earth,
I have seen many of God’s creatures here, and that is the truth.
This poem reviews just a few of the favorite things I have seen,
While running around in the great outdoors in the sunshine. Continue reading
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Many times when you meet with old friends you still adore,
Old memories surface about those great times we had galore.
As we talk together, we feel like we are much younger again.
Wishing we were back when we did those fun things back then. Continue reading
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You run into things that hit that special spot just for you,
As you live your life trying things until you’re through.
This poem is about about good things that do it for me,
I guess this about does it for Hawg Jaw once more. you see. Continue reading