You Are So Right!
To Not Think You
Are Better Than
Anyone Else...
(Exception Noted.)
Because It Is BETTER To...
Without Feeling Like
You're An Idiot Because
You Think So...
Don't Be Stupid!
You Know Better!
Because It’s Normal
As A Group...
With Exception.
I Gotta Relax...
What?
-Gray Squirrel
06-25-2026
How Painful
Can Repair
Possibly Be?
If It’s So
Rewarding:
Adaptability?
Adapt To
Repair...
Excruciatingly:
Free.
-Gray Squirrel
04-09-2026
I flow like a river that moves around rocks,
Molding like water splashed into cup or box;
Like tides conforming to the force of the moon,
A stream twisting through a bending valley's tune.
A soft air slipping through the narrowest cracks,
A wind that changes paths with no stops and tracks;
Like a smoke coiling around every corner,
A kite adjusting to swift gusts or blower.
I am a clay designed by God's unseen hands,
Being adaptable, my mind understands;
I am a master key that suits any lock,
As the Lord Jesus opens the gate of His flock.
The Holy Spirit reminds me of seasons,
For I am leaves that turn with climes in reasons.
A man on his bed
with a blanket that's so short
just knows how to bend.
[Substitute names for your friends]
According to the legend, romantics often say,
Birds will choose their mates on Valentine’s Day.
And, according to the rumor, I just heard today,
James chose Marie the very same way!
It was in the springtime of his young life,
While looking for a sweetheart to become his wife.
And she was young and lovely with eyes that shined,
As she gleamed and beamed at her Valentine.
So they became sweethearts on a very special date,
As Cupid shot his arrow, aimed so true and straight.
Now, when birds choose their mates on Valentine’s Day,
They smile as James gives to Marie a red bouquet!
--James E. Tate
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