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There was a barn with power and a hardwood floor,
Just about a 1/2 mile south of my home’s front door,
On Arroyo Verde Drive in Fritch, Texas, in the spring,
Of the year in 1971 when I was still on my single fling. Continue reading
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Last week after I signed off of my blog in my script,
I went down to the basement on a short little trip.
With no blog to write, looking for something to do.
As I stood there, an old feeling stirred in me all through. Continue reading
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Me and the boys used to make a Honky Tonk run Friday,
To check out the action in Borger town where we did play.
We worked in the oil field doing very different type work,
And we all went to school together when we were squirts. Continue reading
I have opened a lot of beer through the years,
So I may be an expert on opening that cheer,
This poem covers from 1958 until about 2010,
If I could go back once more, I’d do it again.
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Single Man Blues
Being single living all by yourself sometimes makes you blue,
It can be very boring so we seek out some fun things to do.
If booze is involved, we sometimes can get into some trouble.
This poem reviews a time that my trouble could have been double. Continue reading
There are some people out there that prefer wine over beer,
I don’t really understand how this can be, but I really don’t care.
Like Billy Currington says so well in his recent hit country song.
“I’m pretty good at drinking beer” to which I always sing along. Continue reading
Occasionally, the Rhythm Aces went out on the town to celebrate our friendship. Here’s a short story about Short Creek. Continue reading
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My roommates and I spend a lot of time in bars back in our single days. Perhaps this is why we made pretty good bartenders when we were asked. Here’s the story. Continue reading
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Over the years, we develop an acquired taste for some of the better wines and beers available out there in the world today. Here’s a brief review the tastes I have developed. Continue reading