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Here’s a change in style as I am signing off once again,
Just a little different than I have written as an old man.
I’ll say “farewell once more,
As I do again close my front door.”
With a few final Hawg Jaw words, my long reign to end. Continue reading
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Last night I was feeling a little frisky,
And I started this poem kind of risky,
As it is not my usual style that I use,
For new stuff, that to you, I introduce. Continue reading
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There’s three great guys that I have known very well,
As I traveled through life sometimes raising hell.
We three guys were so close as out there we did fly,
Real fine country fellows called “Me”, “Myself”, and “I”. Continue reading
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We live in a fine neighborhood with mostly old folks,
That have retired and don’t pull any practical jokes.
Lately some young people have moved in all around,
And brought in teenagers into our part of the world. Continue reading
Hawg jaw is back in the saddle once more for a while,
Writing on the prairie in that familiar story poem style,
Just sitting in that big easy chair drifting in and out,
Writing towards my goal of 1000 blogs, there’s no doubt. Continue reading
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I often wonder if anyone out there even reads my blog,
Because I never get any feedback coming to the Hawg,
I guess I would still write it even if nobody read it out there,
But it might be more fun if I thought someone did care. Continue reading
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I know someone who always stops to smell the flowers,
She loves the sweet fragrance that fuels her power.
As she always expends so much energy each day.
As she looks so pretty being so good along her way. Continue reading
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My girls have always looked good wearing their hats,
So I’ve gathered a few old pictures just to prove that.
To me, the headgear makes them all look so fine,
In fact, I do think they make the girls look really divine. 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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Sometimes things just aren’t what they may seem.
And you wonder if you are really just having a dream.
I recall one time when I was writing a blog late at night.
I saw a fantasy illusion that did give me a big fright. Continue reading