Love and devotion from a cum devil, with problems with English, bullshit, faithful, truthful are hard to define for Cuban transplants. To fail, is the same as practice, first attempts in learning, part of life. Life lessons to master for the trips back in time. To end also means - effects never die, and no means next opportunity, turning the pages, to sail on the boat, without rocking the boat, floating on the ocean.
Jumps for joy, jumps for peace and love by the sea, frogs and land whales out for prey. Watch out for the frogs and the fish in the sea. Take whatever you need, wait for it, then nest. Searches for giants, searches for friends with time and attention to space, dates on the sand on the beach, for the fun and the food. Summertime on the beach, on the boat, on the bike, on the skates. How to get there on a sunny and bright day. Dances and dreams for the best yet to come, strangers to friends for the bumps in the road.
Captions for the kings that rule, leaders in their field, cash rewards stored, mature, witty a wise, hair long to blew whips in the wind, men in white hats. Giants on land, giants on the seas, yachts, boats and houses next to the sea, dream life for me. The best time of my life is yet to come, with the horses racing for the life to start at the water, common grounds to plant seeds, good times to share daily adventures to start. Gifts to share and stories to grow over time, roads to greatness to choose, hopes, dreams and prayers in place, set to go. Happy and delighted still for the time and space to dream more.
Music to dance to, music to tell pieces of the stories, fairy tales of life to create, Moses and Jesus, men on the same time, white for the masses around the world, another fairy tale to control the sheep. Fairy tales in the bible, happy life after you expire if you follow the rules, or burn in hell, love and devotion with a twist, acceptable to frogs around the globe. Jokers to the right and clowns to the left, stuck in the middle with better stories to get older and wiser as a giant. Gifts to share, the joys and pains in learning the first time, English is fine for me.
Jokes on the dense, laughter for the frogs, snakes and land whale, stars that I created with the pictures, with the names and locations of the cattle on the open ranges. Good times with the pieces of a dream life. Jokes about being stupid, born the day when fresh stupid was out, had to use day old stupid instead, those people lose ground daily. Stupid can not be fixed, stupid have hard times with formal English, not able to understand to fail, is to learn, first attempts in learning, only the Dence and dumb would ask for English instead. Okay to you? Clear as mud for me, the level of hard knocks was unknown for frog.
Something to do every year, to sail the ocean blue back to the place of birth, on the “Queen Bee”, from the rocking of the oceans and the seas, on a trip around at he world, for a dozen friends, and a dozen family members, for the first three months of the new year. This year is the year of the ram, and we are racing with time and space again, and the race is still going on, and it will be going the rest of the year.
Parties for the fundraisers, food for the fundraisers, and the towels needed for the car washes and the locations to set, that need to be done as well, and the ads that we have to have as well. Just some of the things that we have to make sure happen. We are so close to making the dreams real, and the help is still coming in.
Had a chance to look at the names again, Robert and Jason, and when they came into play, there were the boom boxes, in the nineteen and twenty years. In Japan, when I was nineteen I put another hole in my ear, and marked the second one done. Jason came first in the form of entertainment by TV, radio, and a tape player, and that was my baby then, the second one was Barnard, and the third one was Robert, and now I have a live pair with the same names. They are not as bright as I would have liked them to be, but not dummies on all levels, just slow and will drive to keep going.
Help for the disable, in the house and outside of the house, drivers, and personal aid to Starr, Maya, Mimi, Manny and Hope, on a daily basis. Help for the reports, and the projects to get more now in place, records of moneys spent, and the warranties on the products that we already have.
Thanks so much for the help of Robert and Jason, and for the lights that are on now on our operations, projects, and the search for lost friends and family members has dawn today, living and dead places to find and located, last place to sleep, in the end that is what we all do, died or expired when date is reached. Help on one or two levels completed, by the right hand and the left hands, and the wheels to get there also, help for the daily issues that come up, and the set issues that are already in place now. The housing issues on a couple of levels are done, and it is just a matter of waiting a bit more, and hope that the rest of the things that we need to go forward fast.
Thanks again for the little things that make life and living so much better, for the friends that started out as strangers, and the ads or the attention given to make them stand out, and the next member of this partnership. Money guys now are needed, where are they now, hands out and hand up for the cash on the table, forms to fill for more cash needed that is available now.
Just a few of the things to do, and to wait for the pieces to come in play, and the things needed to secure the ranch in Moreno Valley, and the second and the third places there as well, to the song of 12 or 13 places by the death date, in October. Mercy and Goodness, Richard Alexander Bailey: Buddy also, times of life when it was sunny and bright season in the sun .
Thanks for a few years before expiration on the right side of the grave. Graves to you, and graves to me, and graves for the lost few that did not get graves, so have to mark time another way, sorry Richard for not having a last resting place, by mom this year is what I hope on one hand, on the other hand want to fine Rene Alexander Bailey, his son living, would like to have place by then my dream.
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