Everything is copy
So Nora’s mother said
Same for poetry
That flows from my head
Random notes I tuck away
To be used later on
To make a point about something
Pro or con
Everything is copy

Life teaches lessons
It’s how we learn
In the quotidian existence
The day to day
What’s important becomes apparent
What we do and say
About the need for love
For friendship
For trust
For meaning
For hope

It’s all copy
What I know and see
I’m evaluating
Sifting
Trying to live a life
Extraordinary

Me and the Babe
First Class all the way
The Missus insists that no one will miss us
We’ve got 14 days
Well, I earned it and I deserve it
That is what I say
One needs to enjoy life
At the level A-OK

Life is an adventure when you’re hangin’ with your hon
Love is the ingredient to ensure its fun
With commitment as the glue, there’s no going wrong
All provide the words and music to this song

I look over at the Babe, she looks back at me
She gives a little kiss, then let’s me know she believes
In our future, and that’s all we need

It’s me and the Babe
First Class all the way
Me and the Babe
What more need I say?

I used to call him “the man without a face”
I surmise he’d been burned
He was tough to look at
I’d see him on the street
Always alone
I wanted to approach
To maybe get to know him
But I was reticent, apprehensive
I suppose because of the brutality of his injury
It’s human nature to look away from sufferers
To not acknowledge that person in a wheelchair
I missed out on this one
I missed making a friend
Of learning
Of compassion
I’ve never stopped thinking of him
I always will

Confident sassy and brave
All of 13, on her way
Chasing a boy she thought she could love
She’s coyly flirting
Civilizing him
As only the fairer *** can do

They’re innocents
Pulled by that mysterious force
It usually starts around this age
Of course, there are missteps
Guffaws along the way

Romance at any age
Exciting, enticing
So inviting
Young emotions
Are volatile, fragile
Compelling
Dangerous
Wholesome
Sometimes puppy love
Turns into real love

Michael Morton is his name
He was wrongfully convicted
For the ****** of his wife
25 years in prison, he did
You don’t want to imagine that life
An innocent man
In a horrible land
Christ, it’s so terrible

DNA rescued Michael
And fine lawyers who believed in his innocence

Turns out the prosecutor, Anderson, was corrupt
For sure
He withheld material evidence that would have eliminated
Our hero — for he is one — as the perpetrator
That’s the real crime

There is more
Anderson was so out of line that it cost him his job as a judge
And he lost his law license
And he went to jail
For ten days
First time in American history a prosecutor went to jail for misconduct

There is more
Michael found the Lord in prison
Which greatly helped him so
On his release he found a church
Invited to speak about his experience
He told those assembled if they wanted to know what prison was like
They had to ask him out for coffee
So Cynthia did
It went well
They talked and talked
There were many dates
They are now married

Michael reconciled with his son, Eric
Who was three when his mother was killed
And thereafter wrongly believed it had been by Michael’s hand

The real murderer was convicted and went to prison

They passed a law in Texas to ensure this travesty would not happen to another
It’s named the Michael Morton Law

They are going to make a movie about these facts

Count your blessings

The foregoing is a true story

I’m on my way to San Antone
Gonna cowboy up
There’s a filly there I need to see
Sure enough, we’ll build a fire
Take in the Alamo
Then we’ll dance at The Wagon Wheel
The best *****-tonk I know
I’ll be on my best behave
The whole weekend through
I met her through Cowboy Date
The internet is cool
This solo buckaroo
Don’t intend to be single for long
This is our fourth rendezvous
I’m not usually wrong
I got a new Stetson hat
Took my spurs off
There’s a spring in my gait
I look like George Strait
In my fresh-pressed cowboy shirt
I even got some cologne on
Now, that’s a first
I could go on and on
I told my Mom she’s the one
I’ll tell my gal tonight
We’ll ride off into the sunset together
Assuming everything goes all right

The smell of eucalyptus
The solid thunder that roars
The beckoning of the sea
Sensory impressions
That bring you back to me
Back to me you come
I can’t turn away
For you’re locked into my heart and soul
A joyous memory
All good thoughts you bring my way
When I hear and smell and see
What we used to share
When it was you and me
Those were the good old days
I’m sure you agree
When you smell eucalyptus
Do you think of me?
Sometimes I get wistful
Longing for those days
Nothing beats young lovers in love
See the sun shine through the haze