Birds and bees, honey-eaters, black and yellow, good fellows, birds to sing a happy song. Monkeys in trees, at the top, leaders on the side, games in the dogwood trees, sinners and saints. Life in the woods, life as a bird, ways to go, birds to fly. Games on land, games on the water, games in the dogwood trees, Jews, and the Jewish, red hats, red faces, snakes and worms, lost in time. Pages of lovers, pats on the back, good guys, full of good deeds. Searches and quests, for better days, birds in the air, birds to fly to good time, black and yellow the good fellows.
Marjorie Green, thanks for being my mother, for a moment in time, needed a friend to believe in me, just wanted to save the kids. Hello to Chris, my son, 20 now also, saw the pictures that you had, wanted to share again, liked you a lot, when we had time together. The classes at the church, the battles for your place, all the paperwork to do.
Taking a break, have to work tomorrow, horse and pony show, more cash on the table, more paperwork to check, houses to buy. Plans for blue oceans, products and services, known and unknown, worlds to create, that the game for this year. Dreams in motions, dreams of greatness, homes and houses for veterans, you have one of your own now. One of the few, one of the prowd, one that is now married, ways to grow, not alone in the world.