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There was a place that I used to go as a young upstart,
Hidden away from the world there in my own backyard.
I let my imagination run loose sitting there in my place,
To get away from turmoil and strife as I ran my young race. Continue reading
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Sometimes when camping out or when Mom was sick,
Dad would get out his apron and iron skillet so thick,
To cook up some grub for my sister, JerrylDine, and I,
Although most of the good things he fixed, he would fry. Continue reading
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In the past month or so during my usual morning routine,
I whipped out a few more bighead toons soon to be seen.
Someday my grandkids own grandkids will see them too,
Because I put them here in this blog before I was through.
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At Walmart store, I was standing behind a fat lady there,
When I noticed a terrible odor so very strong in the air.
I backed off from the heavy lady quite a long ways,
And i thought of body odor smells from my younger days. Continue reading
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Many times as we move through our everyday lives,
We find things out of place that causes us much strife,
Sometimes those things messup our routines somewhat,
As we struggle to fix the resulting problems they brought. Continue reading
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When I vacationed in Sulphur Springs, Arkansas, as a lad,
We used to play around a red barn of Richard Eldred’s dad.
Bill Eldred and I hung around the barn all day long at times,
As there was lots of things for boys to do of the fun kind. Continue reading
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In 1988 while skiing at Breckenridge out in Colorado,
I had a bad fall and my leg popped loud and hurt so.
I went to the doctor in Breckenridge on that very day.
Who put on a temporary leg wrap and send me away. Continue reading
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Edith was my grandmothers sister from the family of Page,
That looked a lot like Grandma Lucy back in those days.
I saw Aunt Edith each summer at our annual reunion,
In Sulphur Springs, Arkansas, on our yearly vacation. Continue reading
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Back when they made halfway decent commercials for TV,
There were a few around that I just loved to hear and see.
Some of the jingles they used in those sales ads back then,
Have remained with me since I was young and still thin. Continue reading
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When I was in Boy Scout Troop 77 about 12 years old,
There were lots of stories of Big Foot often being told.
There was a sighting up north somewhere in the woods,
With pictures of tracks someone found there in the mud. Continue reading