Frank Agresti .Time On Cross, Bumps in Road.Love and lights, tales of the bumps in the road, the set back, the recaps, faces in the mirror, back in time. Love me, Hate me., it really doesn't matter, but what does matter is that u can't ignore me...!! Traveller . New life with dogwood butterflies, dancing in the rain. Smooching Frogs: Dicks, Dawgs 2.Wars and battles, live and learn, birds and bees singing songs.
In like Flynn,Times on the cross, trips to hell and back, free rides. Hope in colors, hope floating all the time, hopes and prayers, searching for places to land.
THE SHEEP WILL SPEND ITS ENTIRE LIFE FEARING THE WOLF, ONLY TO BE EATEN BY THE SHEPHERD.'Feelings should always be allowed to be free.When everything feels like an uphill struggle, just think of the view from the top.' Oh hi there. But it's back to reality today.Rainbows to cross, pots of herbs, pots of goals, pots of frogs, ready for the fires. New life with dogwood butterflies, dancing in the rain. Smooching Frogs: Dicks, Dawgs 2.Wars and battles, live and learn, birds and bees singing songs.
Please tell me why? Ready for my point of view, on the subject of frogs? Frogs are everywhere, and sometimes they are not hard to find, and it is a matter of the classes once again. What I have learned is that frogs as a group are an army, that is the meaning of the military branch that we have here in America. Did you know that? Maybe yes or maybe no, it is a matter of class and what part of the woods you grow up in. |
Dances for the lucky breaks, the winds in the tree, notes from the dead. Prayers & Prophecies.
Smooching Frogs: Dicks, Dawgs 2.Wars and battles, live and learn, birds and bees singing songs. Frank Agresti , Love, lusts, lessons, songs in the winds, ways to stand tall, mountains to climb still.
Runs and races, veterans with skills, houses, homes, castles in the sands, sunset beaches, good times to share, heads buried in the sands of time. Better than to be buried in unmarked graves, sons to parents, dust to desert, faces in the land of shit, shame and games, good time toads. Family affairs, cows, pigs, hogs, faces under the surfaces, love for the parents, love for the sisters dead, heads to count, dimes to drop, one nut to stand.
One kid to another, nuts to come, nuts to grow, people in shades of life, eggs to fires, nuts to joys and pleasures, and chick is born.
Mothers may I, Sue Willie Jones, Aleane Horns, Aleane Bailey, (May 12, 1937- October 16, 1971), rest in peace, and give them hell, rest will make you rust. Not her, head stone angel, hosts of others left to see. New life with dogwood butterflies, dancing in the rain. Smooching Frogs: Dicks, Dawgs 2.Wars and battles, live and learn, birds and bees singing songs.
Good times, god ties, heads to count, hats to wear: mother to me, sister to me also, dead and gone, 4 decades to count. Brother left alive, last one in the tribe, Carl Lewis Breangh, king of the piles of shit, created from the dogs. Rats to roaches, roaches to deserts, faces in the crowds.Love, lusts, lessons, songs in the winds, ways to stand tall, mountains to climb still.
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