Good times to share, songs to dance the spiders and snakes away. To fail or not to fail, first attempt in learning, brand new things. A teacher or a student gifts to share often. Thanks so much for sharing you point of view, nice try and no thank you, and the cowboy got on his horse and turned around. He failed again, was not able to get the girl, alone in his tall white hat.
Back to the hills, back to the farm, back to the house in his world of darkness. He was a big man, a dragon slaying searching for the quest to charge his wildest dreams, in a white hat. To return back to the house on the hills, filled with guns waiting for the next raid, attacks from the water or attacks from the land.
Open your eyes, open your heart, open the windows and doors, let the sun shine in your worlds again. Is it Peter,Pepper, Penny, or Phyllissa, the third eye, the green branch of peace: not sure of the sex of his third, it's open and awake now. You should always be in touch with the child within, god to some. Call it what you like, a belief with land, and the centers of your life, gifts to share as a teacher or a student, daily chances to take.
The sight used to see in the seven seas, branches of peace off the dogwood tree, pieces to use to make a cross. The dove came back to the ARK ? with a branch from a olive tree, a sign. Time to get back to land, boat trip over and done. Thanks to the heavens we can start over again. Closing the doors, closing the windows, and turning out the lights, time to sleep for now.
John, Jack , Jim in another form, in another hat, still holding tight on a dream, a hope or a prayer? A dragon mercenary, or a white knight, or a cowboy to day?Need twelve hats, twelve hours to a day, 12 months to a year, when you live in the reams of light. My belief created from the fairy tale life, everyone born a star try to become a super star. Just need to find the other way to turn that light on. How did you do it, the first time, as a child?
Not sure about the battles, not sure about the causes that are worth your time. Not sure who you are. Judgemental and silent today, for the last rites of passage. Done with the dances, flying away, from the dream? a muse to bring sunshine in your dark corners. Eliminate the controversies on the quests to selections to fight another day. Closing the doors, closing the windows, and turning out the lights. Another day done, back to the (bat) cave that echoes though the darkness, alone for another period of time.
Happy dazes on the right side of the grave. Graves to you and graves to me, happy and delighted for another day, another sunny day. Have my peace, have my luck and another day on earth, top of the morning to you, honey. Thanks for the time, thanks for the attention, thanks for a views in your world, was nice for a moment or two. Ready to choose another mountain to climb, have reached the top with you, and there is not enough space for me.
Wings open and out, the dogwood butterflies, fly to return to the dogwood trees. Crosses made to hang the leader, Jesus Christ, or Jessy James men to dance in the wind, returned back to dust: in times over and done. Happy for the time, people on boats, people in caves, people come and people go, moving on to better dazes. Time to create greatness, from the lessons learned over the sands of time, racing to the end of dazes.
Horses, mules, and steers, men or mice, racing on sands of times on land. Dragons or dragonflies, dogwood butterflies from California the state butterfly, wings out in the sunlight, searching for dogwood flowers on the young trees, the young at heart in the air. By seas the whales, the sharks and the star fish.
Plenty of fish in the sea, plenty of frogs, and plenty of American toads. Dances in the wind, dreams to create, songs to sing for the lessons learned, goodness and mercy angels in the circle in all situation. Good times on the side of the road parked in RV every day an adventure friends, family, and foes for dreams up in smoke to share. Wishes, hopes, prayers, of a better day. Classes and classic chances for best fish out of the seas.
The fish that got away, the fairy that flew away, the dogwood butterfly still searching for a place to land. Bye Jim, bye Jack, bye John, nice life with guns, in the hills alone, open ranges still, waiting for cows to come home. Have a nice life in the sunshine in the hills in the valley, and in your cave at night.
Turning the pages once again, fish not a keeper , had to throw back in the seas of fish and frogs. Back on the boat, checking through cages and traps for bigger fi
Tell me what you think as a stranger to friend point of view. With your third eye, if it is open. Need clarification, need confirmation, need insight to carry on wiser in a faster pace. Have lots of mountains to climb, in forms of butterflies, birds, and bees. Dragon flying, and dragonflies have been around longest. Tell me what you believe, please about historical facts given. Moot?
Happy and delighted with the joys and pains of growth, happy and delighted with the daily gifts to share again. Mountains to climb, valleys to cross, in the woods , over the seven seas, for the seasons to dance and dream in the sun. Good times in the swow, in the parts of daddy still. Mother in house, how many kids, to fall in the snow for fun? Happy and sad for the good times alone in your bed. Daddy for how many summer trips? Not summer yet, have to wait and see, how green is the grass inside of the fense.
Questions up in the air, what kind of horse racing still for the dollars, horse and pony show, has what value. To be caged for periods in the dark, part of the family, or candy on the side. The pictures painted, over time could changed to brighter colors up fountains of water. Waterfalls, lakes and rivers to cross, on journey of life as a wheel, time does not stop ever. Wheels turn over time, wheels do stop, moving until the journey end. Graves to you, and graves to me, happy for dazes in the sun. Right side of the grave, goodness and mercy to follow for the times of our lives to date, peace and love by the seas, horses and pony shows rats still racing to greatness. Making new plans for a sunny and bright day on the beaches.
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