Tales on the dark side of the moon, Michael Jackson song about the masks that people wear the faces that are not real. Hold me tight to protect the feelings of the night, songs to sing. Great song about the creatures of the night, the hell hounds, at midnight, out of the graves, records were broke, the first of its time. Wonderful show, the best skills of a dancer in touch with the child within. Gifts shared over a lifetime, cut short for the drugs, feed by inside doctor. Sad story, sad end for King of Pop, Michael Jackson, rest in peace.
Stories, tales and tweets are the remains at the end of the day, gifts to share as a student or a teacher, happy and delighted with the wishes, prayers and hopes in motion today. Fairy tales and life as an adventure, getting to places and sites to see on the trips over the hills and valleys. Down in the valleys in the shade of the sun were the green tree frogs, in the woods.
Love the tales of the blue singers, and the green singers, in the band for the music to be made. In the powers of the fours and the fives, trips in time decades at a time. Giants and the Captains of dreams on a yacht, tied at the pier, waiting for the crews. Happy to see the beach from a boat, tied at the pier, fishing off back of the boat. What a great day for dreams and dances on the beach.
Tales about frogs, the groups of frogs called an Army, men or frogs in the military in the United States, men and women in that branch, working for Uncle Sam, all over the world. Gifts of time and space, for the good of the country, home of the brave. To be all that you can be as a frog, in the Army. Funny on one hand, and how many Army's around the world, frogs for the motherlands.
Army for six years, with your friends, Marines for me, the Navy for friends of mine, time served. History created with stories, and horse and pony shows, for the cash, for the education, and for dental for free. Gifts for damages, alone with the cash, just bring your written stories for lifetime payments. For the wars in your head for the views of death, horrors without words, that happen while you were serving, cash rewards over time. Just do the paperwork and wait for the cash to follow today. Best time spent working in the military and Veterans Medical Centers in three states, than other move in the Post Office to boot.
What a dream life for the changes, for the growth, for the laughs, good times on the cross. Happy and delighted with the gifts given over time. Turning the pages, choosing the mountains, dogwood butterflies with the birds and bees ready to fly. Trips on beach, swims in the ocean, games on the sands. Dazes of joys and pleasures, 420 blue bells blowing in the air, out of the oceans, walking from the waves hand up in greetings. Another great day living blue, in the sands and seas, dreams dancing in my head.
Fake friends, and the deeds and actions for the twists and turns in the views of goodness and mercy angels with gifts of corrections to mistakes, repair and restore the acts of kindness done on the right side of the grave. Graves to you and graves to me, happy and delighted for the open windows, open doors to new worlds to explore on the way to the roads to greatness, roads to riches.
The frogs, the snake in the grass, the princess and frog as a man, great story, great movie about the changes in the charms and graces of a fool, that flipped out of his skin, and turned into a frog. Funny tale about men and boys, great players for the songs, for the dances in the wind. Dicks, dogs, fish and frogs the faces of a joker or a first class fool. Lessons to be learned with Disney, thanks uncles, and ants, for a good story to tell.
So many stars shining at night, wishes to be made on the blue shooting stars in the darkness of the nights. Twice in a night to see shooting stars dance across the skies, brighter blue stars in the darkness on the side of the moon. Happy and delighted for the lessons to be learn, games to play, songs to sing. The best times of your life and my life are yet to come. Happy and gay, jumps and circles to do on the sands of time, back for the races and the horses and the trees in the woods, good times around the dogwood trees.
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