fear not and you will succeed
we all know you like to read
the timber is strong for them
limber enough to be in song
be what you will you fit the bill
if made to feel guilt you'll surly wilt
if your heart should melt
you know what you've felt
through the years
with the stinky poo fears
who the hell cares
im for the one who bears
witnesses unto these times
and there shurly are those
who pick up dimes
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Pauly, love this one. That first line sounds like a voice from heaven. You start out with that huge promise of success and end up giving us a dime? 🙂
what? you want a quarter now.!
It's called inflation
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I've picked up change and loose money before. One man's trash is another man's treasure, as they say. Good stuff, post more of it! Your poetry I mean.
A nice one Pauly. I prefer to dare than care for the change but I don't waist to much. I give all the coins for my granddaughter pig bank. We save for her college.
wonderful. and no one has to believe my thoughts and beliefs about not being able to change the future. the future will happen the way it was meant to happen. not because we changed it. I and some other people call it predestination, it was all mapped out for us. all we do is follow the yellow brick road. I'm not trying to convert anyone into anything. I believe it and that's good enough for me. I'm still thinking about that book I might write about living off the land. that might be a big project never the less. I didn't beg, I didn't steal. still it was rough going. but that's adventure for ya. ha! ha! ha! I am going to read your new post right now. see ya! onepauly
Good write. I once knew a postman whose postal round was in the middle of the town and he always picked up lose change he found in the street. He reckoned he collect 40 or 50 pounds (UK currency) a year.
good enough for me
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