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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Facebook blog openings are my guide to blog interest.
Lately I have had as few as 4 a day on thIs little test.
So it’s rest time again until my blogs get some zest.
And again it is worth my time which I do now invest. Continue reading
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Sitting around a family campfire out in the Great Outdoors,
Warms the body and the heart right down to the core.
Our family campfires always brought us much pleasure,
And many fine memories that we shall always treasure. Continue reading
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Once there was an old man often called Hawg Jaw Bill.
Who wrote a blog about his long life by his own will.
Sometimes getting sidetracked when he got a wild hair.
Writing about yucky stuff so bad that it fouled the air. Continue reading
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Perhaps the heads on my toons have grown a little,
So I’ll call my recollections Fatheads for this transmittal.
So here are the Fathead toons that came to my mind,
During this October when my pen and pad I did find. 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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My daughter Kristi met Carl at a camp job she did take,
As a girl’s summer camp counselor on the Fort Gibson Lake.
Carl was maintaining the camp, living in a trailer there,
And Kristi knew then her life with him she would share. Continue reading
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My Mom and Pam’s Mom were good cooks in their day,
But they both now reside in heaven where they stay,
Pam and Kristi are good cooks, but Pam is now older,
So Kristi has most of the load on her young shoulders. Continue reading
There was a old hen living in the backyard in a coop,
With a bunch of other old cackling hens in her troop.
The girls had a lot of fun each day just pecking around,
Until a big yellow Top Cat started prowling their grounds. Continue reading
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There is a lady that I know well from my past years,
Who had a wonderful knack to entertain with no fears,
She was always the star of all our Misque clog shows,
Interacting with all the local celebrities as we did grow.
We adored the fun action she always created at our show,
So I’ll tell you about of some of these actions on the road.
As Linda was a real pistol acting up always so smoking hot,
With her fun natural interactions that we always loved a lot. Continue reading