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Do you recall what you did on Independence Day 2002?
You would if you had taken pictures all the day through,
Of the activities for that fine day with friends and family,
That I will share with you in this story poem from me. Continue reading
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When our family competed in clog dance competition,
We had images made after we won on our expedition.
I have compiled some images here for family review,
To help us remember when those old times were new. Continue reading
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When we clogged with Misques exhibition clog team,
Gene and Linda were fighting a lot as partners it seems,
Disrupting practice and exhibition shows on our ride,
We wondered what could help our Bonnie and Clyde. Continue reading
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Back when we were dancing with the Rhythm Aces,
Ellis and Brenda lived in a nice Grand Lake bank place,
Each Halloween they had a big chili cook out so very great,
Where all the guests dressed up in costumes at Grand Lake. Continue reading
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“Friend” is defined as someone of whom you are fond,
And share a mutual affection with, a very tight bond.
I would go further and even call it a brotherly love,
For the two people I called “True Friend” I write of. Continue reading
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Yesterday was a beautiful day as I got some great news,
We had a nice lunch, and visited good friends so true.
We visited my doctor in Tulsa about aneurism size,
Then had dinner with family and grandkids on the fly. Continue reading
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I sometimes wonder if I’ll be missed at all when I’m gone,
We made lots of friends out there younger having big fun,
But most have gone on as other interests they did seek,
As I’m not sure many people will remember this old antique. Continue reading
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I found an old pile of photos buried way down deep,
That Pam had packed away for the family to keep.
They sparked my interest as I shuffled through them,
So I picked some out to write a story poem right then. Continue reading
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I think we all have part of us that likes to dress as clowns,
To have some fun and take away other people’s frowns.
This started in me at about age 34 and grew from there,
To the point that I would often cause people to stare. Continue reading
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I found a book of pictures written on by MaMo Barringer,
Taken in her back yard in 1951 which were real humdingers.
It was in the summer as the kids were playing in water,
She was so proud of her son and her two sweet daughters. Continue reading