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Posted: 3/4/2008 1:19:31 PM | All in the name of a sponsored new show
"Come on down" he says...so on down they go..
Amused by your take on the invitation
The release from your lips, the invocation
Inspiration taken from another's end
Your words can move Mtns, thanks for sharing my friend
The paint on the wall is white 'cause I'm broke.
Times like these i wish i was one of the rich folk.
With textures and antiques and things of great beauty,
But to appreciate my Spam, that is my duty. | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/4/2008 1:28:07 PM | to appreciate my Spam, that is my duty
make a cheeze with ham, its like an annuity
then open the jam, for all who would be
in the corner on the lame, waiting for a show to see
blues or rock rollin along with solid back beat
good enough to be stronger than the sound of the street
make me tap my feet and sway my hips
if its really good it may pop my nips | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/4/2008 1:40:51 PM | If it is really good it may pop my nips
Such hilarious words, I find, spring from your lips
My nips, bless their hearts, haven't popped in so long
Woe is me, I say, this is my song...
Due to that song I try to focus on others
Happy blues comes a-flowing from our soul-filled brothers..
The beat keeps a pumpin..no option of "still"
A smile, by blues, can be forced against will. | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 1:56:00 PM | A smile, by blues, can be forced against will.
Redwood Run gets Joe Bonamassa again still
Wanna hear awesome blues listen to him
He will fill your beer stein to the brim
He follows the greats like Muddy Waters
Always draws a huge crowd of rockers
He has all the guys and girls stalkers
Funny...I've even seen people in walkers | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 2:04:35 PM | Funny I've even seen people in walkers,
Now, that's a good show, one with all types of talkers,
Joe Bonamassa, dude, are u furreal?
I'll look him up later,lol, and letcha know what i "feel"
Ole Muddy Waters, now you're diggin where there's taters
I caught a 12 lb. striper yesterday,
Don't believe me? Ask the haters!
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/4/2008 2:10:32 PM | lemme' try this again, so as to stick with the program...
Funny I've even seen people in walkers,
Now, That's a good show, one with all types of talkers,
Joe Bonamassa, dude, are you furreal?
I'll look him up later,lol, and letcha' know how I "feel"
Ole Muddy Waters, now you're diggin where there's taters
I caught a 12 lb. striper yesterday. Don't believe me? Ask the haters.
He fought like hell on that 6 lb. line.
Never caught such a bigun, I was feelin' mighty fine. | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 2:30:51 PM | Never caught such a bigun, I was feelin' mighty fine.
That's all you got...well let me tell ya bout mine.
It was two weeks ago on the Willamette River.
He was so freakin big he would make anyone shiver.
He was no doubt eleven foot one and not an inch more.
Over one thousand pounds right down to the core.
Too big to keep so had to let the boy go.
Catch and release but what a great show. | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 5:00:24 PM | Catch and release but what a great show
Let me in on this fish tale, it’s about to grow
Sitting and fishing and tapping my toes
On the bank at old Lake Pleasant, now I ain’t talking crow!
Onto my line jumped that great big gater
All I used for bait was an enormous tater
Over a thousand pounds? I got you beat!
He’s the size of Texas…look at the size of his feet! | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 6:12:36 PM | He’s the size of Texas…look at the size of his feet!
Now that's a fish story even i can't beat!
Raised in the northland where ice fishin's done
in tiny wee huts where we all freeze our bum
peering down holes drilled in 10 feet if ice
swilling the whisky just to make us feel nice
buttock to buttock in that crowdwd hut
freezing our asses off wondering "for what?" | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 6:34:15 PM | freezing our asses off wondering "for what?"
go you one better, least I’ll give it a try
nothing to this my dear lady
even I’m not too shy.
Back on the shores of old Harvey Lake
an old man’s a fishin’ using grubs for bait
snakes are a sunnin’, skeeters biting my thighs
I’m sweatin’ and swearin’… and swattin’ at flies | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 6:37:58 PM | I’m sweatin’ and swearin’… and swattin’ at flies
Now you probably think I'm kind of a nut.
But my fish story is true and that is no lie.
It was not exaggerated to make you cry.
I will once again post it on my profile.
So everyone can see it was not a trifle.
Once you see the proof you will go WOW!!
And wish you had a real fish story now. | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 6:41:34 PM | freezing our asses off wondering
"for what?" all this blundering
lumbering along the lonesome trail
maybe its just to stay out of jail
find that illusive pot of gold
before we get too old
I was told of a valley not too far
late one night in the klondike bar | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 6:53:17 PM | late one night in the klondike bar
I heard a fish story that went a little too far
all about the big one that they said had got away
they told the tale together as they swilled back the brew
and they expected all of us to believe them too!
had a face like an old lady and a tail that wouldn't sway
stiff as a frozen bedsheet that was hung on Nancys prow
And wish you had a real fish story now. | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 6:53:52 PM | Late one night in the klondike bar
I tipsied out and stole the ice cream car
I wasn't worried about sitting in a cell
The Sheriff was my husband & wouldn't tell
As the sirens flashing came and went
I stuffed my face like a circus tent
Me and klondike are no longer friends
I ended up in emergency with the bends | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 7:17:11 PM | wish you had a real fish story now that I ended up in emergency with the bends
guess that depends on the end of the trend to find that proper scale of glory
fish for a wish in that rainbow's pot luck
while driving the freeway in a four by four truck
mucking around with me mates in the back
then bumping a few heads as we fly over the tracks
out of the rucksack pops three stale pieces of bread
my stomach starts growling as I look for the spread | |
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/4/2008 7:21:07 PM | I ended up in emergency with the bends
but isn't that always how love ends?
I swore on my life I'd never love again
but lord knows, you can never say when
that **stard cupid will lock you in his sights
and you can't close your eyes, days or nights
without seeing the one that your heart goes out to
wishing like hell, there was something you could do... | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 7:34:59 PM | Wishing like hell, there was something you could do
your head spinning in circles because you haven't a clue
telltale signs and writings on the wall
all foretold in a series, before you took a fall.
So you pick yourself up, dust off his remnants
And take a good hard look at all the events
Had your eyes been wide open and clear in their vision
You would have walked away before you made him your mission. | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 7:36:35 PM |
I ended up in emergency with the bends
Thank you Render, THORB cheated! LOL
Wishing like hell, there was something you could do...
To bring that one closer to the pulsations that make two
I never worry about who will come
Because I know where he's from
A mystical, loving, enticing soul in place
Who won't take a can and spray me with mace
To be touched in places with only his whispering lips
As he etches his longings along my gyrating hips
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| LAST LINE BECOMES YOUR FIRST LINE OF AN 8 (EIGHT) LINE STANZA
Posted: 3/4/2008 7:46:40 PM | seems like a lot of people want in on the action tonight!
As he etches his longings along my gyrating hips
I think to myself, is this how it goes?
Am I going down this road tonight
With a man, no. I know myself, and this is not the answer
I let him down easy
he smiles with sad eyes
I head for the exit
Wishing he and been a she | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 7:58:56 PM | wishing he had been a she
now what is going on me?
maybe it is the ol' smoky room
that caused my head to bang with a boom
again, it's alice in the looking glass
what was now, is now past
so confused i have become
give me a drink, i think i need one | |
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Posted: 3/4/2008 10:28:23 PM | Give me a drink, I think I need one
make it scotch on the rocks no rum
I want the good stuff no cheap shit
I like Pinch better yet give me Glenlivet
Yes on the rocks the way I like it Sam
Oh what a taste you must have aquired
My Grandfather said it was all he desired
Now if only a Punch cigar was required | |
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Posted: 3/5/2008 8:45:31 AM | Now if only a Punch cigar was required
My boss doesn't mind so I wont get fired
It's the smell that I love of a fine cigar
Especially in the evening gazing at a star
So tell me now do you know someone
Who smokes a stogie or two for fun
I recall this young female friend of mine
She enjoyed them daily while in her prime | |
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Posted: 3/5/2008 9:12:11 AM | She enjoyed them daily while in her prime
My grandmother in fact she smoked them too
Said once in awhile when she was feeling blue
Always like hers with a glass of red wine
Never those cheap ones always the fine
Alot of ladies smoke them now it is true
They buy them daily like they buy shoes
Enough I have said you write a line or two | |
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