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are we not just the sweetiest little thangs!
I remember when we were in third grade
Didn’t we always laugh?
Swinging double
Getting in trouble
Climbing trees
Skinning our knees
Chocolate long johns, digging for treasure, and Morris code
Wasn’t it great to be eight years old?
I remember when we were in middle school
Didn’t we do such crazy things?
Racing the train
Playing in the rain
Cartwheels all the way to school
We were so cool
Frances and Robbie, changes, anger, and pain
Everything to lose and nothing to gain?
I remember when we were seniors
Didn’t we have any fear at all?
Behind the bandroom during lunch
Hangin’ with the crazy bunch
Poetry class
Full of sass
Shauntee, Journey, Mr. Coleman, and the bathroom trick
Why did we have to grow up so damn quick?
I remember the good times and the bad
Has it really been over 30 years we share?
My oldest and dearest friend
My love to you I do send
No greater friendship can be found
Our minds, our hearts, and our souls are bound
And that I’m trying so hard to say
I’m thankful the Lord sent you my way.
Can I touch you? Are you out of touch? Can I take you out for awhile? Can I bring you into the light? Come on, hold me tight... Are you afraid of the Dangerous Types?
Brat & Critter
are we not just the sweetiest little thangs!
This is us...
Our favorite places to wander around
- Abandoned
- Bug-Lambchop-David or come up with your own!
- Channeled Paintings & Art in Nature
- Chocolate&Peanut center Hard Sweet shell on the OUTSIDE
- CircusLife
- Clarise - The Other bestest Friend in the World
- Eclectic
- Eddies
- Green Lib
- Greenery in Baghdad
- I give a RatsAss about Susie
- Ink Spots
- Jb3LL3
- Live from Iraq
- Lushy
- Pud
- Pure Light
- Random tantrums
- Seeing Earth (w/2 dollar bill eyes)
- Shawns
- Site Feed
- SoozieQ
- StevenNovak
- Swampy Things
- YPS!
- ~d
My Friend, I remember…
Didn’t we always laugh?
Swinging double
Getting in trouble
Climbing trees
Skinning our knees
Chocolate long johns, digging for treasure, and Morris code
Wasn’t it great to be eight years old?
I remember when we were in middle school
Didn’t we do such crazy things?
Racing the train
Playing in the rain
Cartwheels all the way to school
We were so cool
Frances and Robbie, changes, anger, and pain
Everything to lose and nothing to gain?
I remember when we were seniors
Didn’t we have any fear at all?
Behind the bandroom during lunch
Hangin’ with the crazy bunch
Poetry class
Full of sass
Shauntee, Journey, Mr. Coleman, and the bathroom trick
Why did we have to grow up so damn quick?
I remember the good times and the bad
Has it really been over 30 years we share?
My oldest and dearest friend
My love to you I do send
No greater friendship can be found
Our minds, our hearts, and our souls are bound
And that I’m trying so hard to say
I’m thankful the Lord sent you my way.
13 comments:
You deleted it all?
no... I don't think so
I did archive it all.
Ah, the old Archive Move. Hmmmm.
yeah, I was tired of looking at the shit.
Need new shit.
yeah yeah, I'll work on it! Quitcha bitchen
Like I'll ever quit bitchen.
bitchen, thats you. Chicken butt you are.
hey brat! hope all is well down your way.
now, i don't mean to beat a dead horse, but it's "chicken cloaca" not "chicken butt" -- i've explained all this to bloggy before...
Have you quit writing?
I'll leave you an anonymous comment, but I'm sure you'll be able to tract me down.
Anonymous here again...where are you? Has that Swamp Thing eaten you for dinner?
oh Pasadena... your too kind.
I've been lazy, that's for sure.
I just haven't had much to say. I'm pretty sure that won't last very long. Never has before!
The Swamp Thing is very nice, I don't think we have to worry about me disappearing because if it.
Well, It's good to hear, or maybe I should say read you once again...At least I know you're still around.
More people might stop in if you would post a little message every once in a while.
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