Ma Nature and Pa time.
Tolling bell for the count.
I still get nifty @ ten past fifty.
Still run like a chicken on speed.
Got hops that wont stop.
Strength to weight ratio like a worker bee.
But
Why is erbody always pickin on me. NOT.
Blessed to be three score today.
Heart pounding like a jackhammer.
With oldschool manners.
Blessed. Who could have guessed..three score crouched and ready to pounce and soar.
Good vibes and
Thankful forever more.
Sep 6, 2014
Sep 6, 2014 at 1:22 PM UTC
Ma Nature and Pa time.
Tolling bell for the count.
I still get nifty @ ten past fifty.
Still run like a chicken on speed.
Got hops that wont stop.
Strength to weight ratio like a worker bee.
But
Why is erbody always pickin on me. NOT.
Blessed to be three score today.
Heart pounding like a jackhammer.
With oldschool manners.
Blessed. Who could have guessed..three score crouched and ready to pounce and soar.
Good vibes and
Thankful forever more.
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