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For Hawg Jaw this is going to be the end of the line,
As my eye sight has declined and I am nearly blind.
It’s possible I could be back in the future with time,
If my Cataract surgery allows me again to see fine. Continue reading
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I had just graduated college in 1966 working a while.
As Engineer for Phillips Petroleum Company in style,
I was rolling in the dough and shopping for a gift,
For my brother Craig for Christmas to give him a lif
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I have always been a collector since I was just a boy.
At first it was marbles and those Craker Jack toys.
As I got older, it was postage stamps and arrow heads.
In later life, It was 33 1/3 rpm LP records that I collected. Continue reading
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Down deep in our archives are some tough looking guys,
I’ve pulled out a few tough guys and a gal with mean eyes.
So prepare to meet some of our rough relatives right now,
As through this very latest new blog of mine, we do plow. Continue reading
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I’ve had a lot of strange experiences in my long life,
Many of which have dealt me just a little bit of strife.
These short experiences are captured in this poem,
In single verses about things that kept me a going. Continue reading
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I was looking at our old family picture archive today,
And noticed a lot of strange baby pictures on display.
Neither Pam nor I know who they may be from way back,
But I think most are from Pam’s side and that’s a fact. Continue reading
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Last week there were 8 teams left in the NFL playoffs,
And now only 4 remain in the Super Bowl race so tough.
First, I’ll tell you how I did in my predictions last week,
Then I’ll predict the final Super Bowl winner on a streak. Continue reading
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It’s been tough to keep drawing toons with bad eyes,
But by getting close in good light, I can still draw guys,
With the Bigheads maybe not quite as good now,
As they were a few months ago when they did wow. Continue reading
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In the last four months my vision has rapidly deteriorated.
I can no longer safely drive a car making me so agrivated.
The blog has gotten progressively harder to write,
Because everything looks foggy with my poor sight. Continue reading
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In the 1960s, a style of music developed that I liked,
It was a sort of folksy country that sounded so nice.
I bought all the albums shown herein way back then,
And played them many times as a very young man.
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Most of the group’s I liked were rough looking dudes,
That seemed to be interested in Marijuana so crude,
But they harmonized well with fine guitar music all around.
So they grew on me with their different country sound. Continue reading