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All my friends ae dead
I miss them so much
So many good memories
I survive for you
I love you guys
I wish you were here
If i had one more chance
Id give you a huge hug
My brothers are gone
But never forgotten
Death
Its tax time
Every corner
Every street
Every person
Every bank
Every corporation
Every city
Every state
Every country
Its Tax Time
Pay your dues
If you dont pay
You are cut off
I control it ALL
TAX TIME
I PAID MINE
your turn
Write a check
Mariah Carey
Chuuuch
In the Lords name
Im the plug of pure
No overdoses
I cure
That cure isnt free
Its tax time
So write an tell why
See you soon everyone pays
Pay or Die
Window window in the wall
Whos the sneakiest of them all
No Santa Clause
Window window in the wall
Here to rob it all
Unheard unseen unsolved
Window window in the wall
Before you sleep lock them all
** ** **
I have always believed in the suggestion
and sound advice of "Carpe diem" (to seize
the day).

However now I am more inclined to sneak
carefully up behind it and gently pick its pocket.
My seizing days are pretty much over.
To quote the late Mister Buffett,
"Changes in latitudes and changes
in attitudes" Going with the flow
of necessity. To quote my grandfather
"The old grey mare ain't what she used
to be." Or stallion either.
By Marshal Gebbie:

Sought the lost and lonely trailles
Slept beneath the stars,
Walked where the wild beast trod
And gazed aloft to Mars.
Tasted that which succoured me
Exquisite on the tongue,
Drank the wild and wooly brews
Then lay down in the sun.
Ran the race of all young men
Epic and guilt free,
Often paid the price in pain
Which brought me to the knee.
Could lament on sorrows past,
Easily shed a tear.....
But things just, kinda, balanced out
Twixt laughter and the fear.
Can't complain about my lot
I've scaled the mighty peaks
And paddled my old log canoe
Despite it's many leaks.
Guess it all boils down to where
Your values rest in tune
In moments of tranquility
Beneath a hanging moon.

M@Foxglove.Taranaki.NZ
A repost written as a reply/comment to
something I wrote and posted on HP
Marshal gets me, not too many people do.
November 1974- 2023- Sonnet 75.

The two of us re-married
became one
my first true love and I again;
one of countless times
rddbba style.

Joy and happiness
is all we know
as we lay beneath the starry sky
One promise fulfilled at a time.

Our pain is nothing
but distant
and faint memories.

Our boundaries know
not a single enemy.
Not a single foe remains
alive.
Our friends are
a legion elites.
~~~~
~~https://youtu.be/kPUxdt1FZRY?si=x9SBCfGYXB_0-Csa
 Mar 2 Glenn Currier
Me
No more lies
or games
no shame taken
on

I am
what I am
and will
with no fibre of me
adjust
just to make you feel
better.
We fell in love by chance,
We stay in love by choice.
It seems of late, that I exist on
merely two bowls of Raisin Bran
Crunch (with cut up peaches or
banna on alternating days) wetted
down and softened with Lactose
free 2% milk, so it does not upset
my stomach or hurt my gums.
What the heck, I used to like to
cook and the gods know I sure
have the time, but have lost the
desire and the fire I surmise.
Lazy is not the problem, desire is.
Do two bowls a day count as meals?
Dietitians please advise. LOL
Fear not HP friends I eat full
dinners, with all the balanced
necessities, take all my vitamins,
and lack for nothing.
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