So why am I always late? Well, I’ll tell you straight
I bought this watch from Tesco (yes, I know it’s not the best co)
But I’ve been short recently, things to do, people to see
Food to get and bills to pay, a final demand from the C.S.A.
Honestly, I’m a rabbit, if I see a tail I’m going to have it
A hundred sons and daughters more, irate fathers at my door
Try providing for extended family, it can’t be done, you’ll soon see
Worries about the price of hay, carrots cost more every day
I get up before it’s light, find fresh grass, have a bite
Then busy snoozing through the day until the sun flies away
Out again as light fails, more eating and all it entails
Digging a burrow for another brood (a pretty chick whom I wooed)
My life an endless round of juggling, pleasing and struggling
Keeping every wife sweet, no wonder I’m always beat
And as for lateness, isn’t it a sign of greatness?
Anyway I’m wanted I have to go, someone’s calling down below
There really aren’t enough hours in the day...
saying
we aren't
we are them
the they
do things
outrageously
we meaning
us just keep
making sure
things are
going smoothly
so don't worry
about the t-shirt
you wore to work
today reading
"The CSA
Has Already
Read This"
no we
haven't
hashtag
yesterday
GOLDEN FLEECE
Guy + gal fall in love after mad whirlwind romance oh how their hearts beat in love together as one. Have fun, best friends + lovers + soulmates. Want to be together forever but do u know how long that is? Course it goes wrong. He screwed her sister she banged his brother. Guess it wasn’t true unconditional love. They had 2 kids, a marriage, a house, car and a dog. She left him, kicked him out. He lost it all, she gained an empire and she took him to the CSA, got a golden fleece. He turned gay.
CSA General Bedford Forest
Mighty killing warrior
Would've won the war no jest
If his horses were survivors
Gen. Forest lost 30 horses during the civil war and killed more soldiers than any
other general. It could be said he was lucky or his horses were unfortunate.
Lonely soldiers, far from home, fighting for a way of life that is the only way they
have
known. Maybe it is wrong but it is wrong to their thinking to have others push their
ideals
into a life that is not your own. The young soldiers will fight for their freedoms to the
death...
Solid granite stone, bear above the ground, marking a spot along the wire road that
will
become a place called The Rock, Georgia. A little known battle raged there in the
civil war.
The soldiers decided their freedom had to be now, love beckoned the boys to their
homes
and sweethearts. Their lives ended at The Rock, execution style, fighting to go
home.
Abandoning their arms, to return to home and the ones who mattered most. War
has their
blood spread on The rock, and six simple unmarked graves along the road,
forgotten...
Ideals lost, lives lost, love lost, forgotten graves of earth, in the shade of the oak
tree.
This is about CSA graves at The Rock, Ga, that is all that is real, the rest is fiction.
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