Wishes, Dreams, Hopes, Dancing In The Air

Songs Daily, David Bowie, Died. Cancer took him, sad story, one of the better players, so many ways to please. My love for you was so great, to fall in his arms like a flower, one of the songs. Lets dance, the song to sing the nights away. Songs to play on the radio. Happy notes, under the moon light, to run again in the heavens. To hide for the love to last, happy notes for the songs to sing, later on.  Dazes of blues, blue birds under the moonlight, stars to shine in heavens, under the moon. 

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STEVEN JARROT- 7608512267- NO RESPECT FOR ANYONE, HE IS A SICK LIAR AND DEFINITELY AN UNFIT FATHER.  CARDS TO FLIP, COINS IN HAND, BETS PLACED. THATS WHY MY SON WAS TAKEN FROM ME. RACH JAY IS MY PIE. RACHEL JARROT,  THE ONLY PIE I WANT. RACH GAYLYNN JARROT WILL BE UP HER NASTY SMELLING ASS. NOT SHERI OR SIMA JARROT: THEY  NEVER HELPED A VETERAN IN THERE LIVES AND NEVER WILL. ONE VIEW ONLINE.

So many ways to steal, from his mother, and the other family members, in the name of love. Love and hate, horns of a goat, horns to blow, for the rights and the seasons to share, lessons learned, bumps in the roads. Credit  Crook.......Happy birthdays 2015, fruits and nuts. RV camping lifestyle shared with Steven and Rachel Jarrot. 7608512267. Third place is last place, and no trophies for that placement, keep it for sucker to marry a freak like him. He likes to suck dicks, and it was great not to have to fuck a trick because he was gay, and the meth does that to him. Jokes on the fools and blogs about the snakes in the grass, lies told as truth.

Time on the cross, time to face the lions, kings on a level or two, angels out to protect, earth angels, fairies and pixies. Tales to spin, cash on table, books to write, trips to hell, snakes and frogs. Sharks and whales, birds and bees, trips to hell, blame games to play. Tricked and pimped, eaten alive for a season or two. Crooks and robbers, snakes and monkeys, dances in the rain, dances in the woods. Reasons, seasons and causes, tales in your head, dreams dancing in my head. New plans, new dreams, new cattle and more sheep. Blue and green people, search is on, dates to set with mature, witty owls, kings on land, lions to locate. Knights to shine, kings on land, lions in other forms, men of class.

Lights on, shame and pains, lessons learned, legends to hear, four tops to spin, girls in the family, Debbie, Phyllissa, Jane, Charlotte, And Richard, last one one, not a girl, the only boy, born. Kids of mine, kids of my family, my mother left us alone. Long time ago, still sad and blue, waited for years, for the other shoe to fall off. Happy to know where the shoes are, the red ones when to stay. Stories tell history, his stories, trips to hell with herds of hell hounds.Repent over and over again, if needed, a couple of can short of a six pack, or the simple or slow have problems with the words truthful and honest. Problems with faithful and bullshit, do not know the difference from the cows and the bison, whales on land, and jack asses from the hills.

Each clause brought images to mind from past and present, as well as images of my hope for the future. I don't know if anyone appreciates your writing—or bothers to say so—but, if none, I hope you find validation in the fact that few could identify with an audience that actually understands what you're writing and be courageous and coherent enough to write it. Bravo, worthy soul! Love and hate horns of a goat. Love and devotions from a man for a women, gifts of the old souls floating here today, gone tomorrow. Lessons to learn, about the fun and games in the minds and hearts of the young at heart. Fairies, pixies, earth angels, bikers from New York, gifts of songs and dances for a better daze.

Tips for the sinners and tales for the saints, gifts to share of the trips around the trees needed for the lessons to learn. Classes in place. Love and hate, truthful and honest, happy and gay, happy and delighted for the dreams in actions, gifts of the young at heart. Jokers and poker players, cum suckers, snakes in dens, sinners and saints, frogs to date. Gifts of white skin, snakes in dens, jackasses in the hills, seconds to holler, snakes on sticks, balls and sticks, fires still burning on the sands of time. Rocks and stones, seven days to work, seven snakes in the dark, monkeys to swing in packs, into the woods, under the dogwood trees. Jokers and players to date, fruits and nuts, part of the home movies. Gifts of film, joys and pleasures, party and pay. Frogs and snakes, in the wind, branches of peace under the dogwood trees. Green Again: Blue knights, stars bright, wishes on stars so high, heavens open, tears of joy and laughter. Jokers to the left, clowns to the right, wishes, hopes and desires stuck in the middle.