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This place we call home is not just a house on the street.
The home is made by the family love we share so sweet.
We lived in many different houses along our life’s long way,
But our home we made ourselves with love there to stay. Continue reading
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Every once in a while, I write a bedtime story for my grandkids,
That I can tell them when I see them and it’s time to go to bed.
This poem bedtime story is about two mischievous ferrets,
Who were brothers that both just loved to snack on carrots. Continue reading
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In the many years that I have been here on this green earth,
I have seen many of God’s creatures here, and that is the truth.
This poem reviews just a few of the favorite things I have seen,
While running around in the great outdoors in the sunshine. Continue reading
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Many times when you meet with old friends you still adore,
Old memories surface about those great times we had galore.
As we talk together, we feel like we are much younger again.
Wishing we were back when we did those fun things back then. Continue reading
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You run into things that hit that special spot just for you,
As you live your life trying things until you’re through.
This poem is about about good things that do it for me,
I guess this about does it for Hawg Jaw once more. you see. Continue reading
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We spent ten long years dancing with Misques and the Cuties,
We got to know the other dancers well while doing our duty,
Dancing all over the country having so very much family fun.
This is a final tribute to our dancing friends before I’m done. Continue reading
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The Rhythm Aces clog team always had so much friendly fun,
We were one big happy family clogging together on the run.
But we also played together sometimes getting a little bit wild,
Often releasing all our inhibitions together like a young child. Continue reading
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Here’s just a few Billericks with Rhythm Aces starring,
We got along so good dancing together never sparring.
I do these by writing whatever pops right into my head,
I will preserve these memories until the day I’m dead. Continue reading
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There once was a Hawg Jaw that tried to write Billericks,
Who wasn’t too good with the short four line pick ups.
But he just didn’t care because he was getting no pay,
So all he did was to make it silly as around he did play. Continue reading
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When our girls, Kristi and Tamara, were growing up in style,
They tried a lot of different things doing well with their smiles.
I can’t cover everything they participated in with this poem,
So I’ll just hit the highlights of the things they had going. Continue reading