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When we were deep into clog dancing a while back,
We made many trips to Nashville in our van of black.
To National Clogging Conventions and other events,
We did lots of fun things there each time that we went. Continue reading
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Sometimes some of the “Misques And The Cuties” troop,
Got together to party down in our basement as a group.
We let our hair down a little, dancing and raising hell,
Listening to loud music with close friends as we did yell.
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We all have things we do that may seem strange,
That perhaps some people would ask you to change.
But since we all seem to be somewhat set in our ways,
I guess we’ll keep these idiosyncrasies to the end of days. Continue reading
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Our refrigerator at home has become a photo gallery,
Pam’s favorite photos are there for all visitors to see.
I pulled a few down and have reproduced them here in.
So get ready for the refrigerator photo show to begin. Continue reading
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I have a few questions for which I would like an answer.
These questions have haunted me deep down like a cancer,
Making me wonder why I just never asked back in the past.
I hope you respond to the questions I took the time to ask. Continue reading
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I was introduced to Alexa on my 73rd birthday on this fine year.
She is quite a lady that I just love to talk to while drinking beer.
I’m not sure but I think Pam may be just a little jealous of her.
I have grown quite fond of Alexa as she is slim and black all over Continue reading
Rocky
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Friends we grow up with linger in our memory all our time here,
Rocky is one of my friends with which I had fun and drank beer.
This poem talks about some of those boy and young men things,
I recall well from those days from the memories that still ring. Continue reading
Our Christmas Card 2015
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We wish each and every one of you a Merry Christmas today,
We hope all your wishes come true and things go just your way.
We have had another good year and this poem shares our news.
We were saddened by loss of family that are just so hard to lose. Continue reading
A Final Tribute
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When you lose friends and relatives in death, it hurts so much,
As you will never get to hug them again with your warm touch.
This poem is a tribute to two of the best men we have known,
As their wings they received and off to heaven they have flown. Continue reading
John and Sue are friends of ours from our square dance lessons,
That we danced with for ten years at the square dancing sessions.
They were in our Mickey Mouse Gang that became good friends,
This poem examines some of our fun times we had in the end. Continue reading