- hello Thom
- Username: StratPlayer
- In response to: "What was the comfort food you enjoyed most growing up?" Not the most..<BR> But I did enjoy them little "Bama Pecan pies"
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- Out of bleach?
Soap box time
Now at first this title might seem a bit strange to some
As we all know...
Strange isn't strange to me!
I may have sat down to write a politically motivated punk lyric
As we all know
US politics could use some bleach or X-14 to remove the mold...
Other corrupting agents...
But why pick on US politics
Why not pick on the politics of
The Drug industry
The Religion Mobs, all of them
Social media politics
Just flip em in a tub and pour PUREX over em
Won't cure em all
Will brighten the stains for a while
Whiten up them fake smiles
- Lest we forget
November 19, 1863
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this continent, a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the proposition that all men are created equal.
Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation, or any nation so conceived and dedicated, can long endure. We are met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting and proper that we should do this.
But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate -- we can not consecrate -- we can not hallow -- this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.
- Not my words, but I'm posting it anyway
Life shouldn't be a journey to the grave
with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive
Well preserved body.
Butt rather a skid in sideways,
champagne in one hand,
body thoroughly used up
worn out, screaming,
WOO-HOO, what a ride!
- Not necessarily Out of reach
I have to say something
We've been abandoned
The management of Plinky
They are hoping
Will go away
They can shut down
Go to sleep
Not ready for their death
Kinda like my death
- The long arm of the dollar
Between the time I was born
My ninth birthday
Were two agents in play
Sort of put the wishin n hopin problem off of the map
#1 We lived in 8 different houses in 6 different towns/cities
Busy, busy, busy making friends and adventures.
#2 At that time I was one of 11 children[baby brother Dan came later]
Two of those houses were farm houses
Cows, chickens, pigs, horses, cats, dogs
All of which had babies
Then there was pulling weeds, collecting eggs, pig slopping
Didn't leave a lot to be desired
But then I was nine
I learned how to earn money doing farm work for others
A kid with his own cash, rubles, shekels, pesos, yenom
Is wall street's dream come true
Of course I didn't invest
Unless you might call
Buying the clothes you want to wear
Always having ice cream money,,,,,,,,,,,
A new Columbia bicycle
Comic books NEW
Never looking back