It looks like a yo-yo
so it should spin round and round
going every which way
when I throw it down
it feels like a yo-yo
so it should whirl to beat the band
it's right here at my fingertips
but it's out of hand
I call him Duncan
and want to see him loop the loop
go round the world walk the dog
rock the baby and do the sleeper too
but he can push a person
past the point of no return
and what will I do then
when will I ever learn
why my yo-yo won't go yo
when I let it go
it drops to the bitter end of the string
but won't come back
or do anything
no it's a bust I just don't know
why my yo-yo won't go yo
Geillis play for King James VI
pluck your jewes trump harp
you dance then prance
and twist your wrist
in tune and rhythm
through the mist
of song and on till dusk
the King delights with curious
a watchful eye
a witch be though
and lo still die
come hither, done
December, fifteen ninety one
oh Geillis Duncan hung
Played with Duncan Yoyo
Wherever we would have to go,
They played with a Duncan yoyo,
And be content,
We had meant;
Threw into wind when it did blow.
Jim Horn
Duncan Hines
Long before homemade peach clobber
Just after apple pie and before fruit bowl in melon rind
Restaurateur Duncan Hines
Birth in 1880
His dad a confederate soldier
Mother died when he was 4
In his late teens attendance Bowling Green College
Later became a traveling salesman
For a Chicago salesman
Just doin fine
Duncan Hines
later, correlated compiled list turn to book
about locally neighboring restaurants around the country
a book called Adventures in good Eating
Hines wrote and cook mission completed
Ahh! more somethings to eat
Next was Duncan bread
With Durkee bakery proprietors
Later sold to Nebraska Consolidated
ConAgra, Omaha Nebraska
From bread to developing cake mixes
In the early sixties purchased by Proctor and Gamble
Mmm!! boy taste great
Let them eat cake
For a Chicago salesman
Just doin fine
Duncan Hines
At the time
Duncan Hines
12/06/17by James Edward Lee Sr.
(Disability Payments)
Stinkin'
Duncan
20th March 2016
(weekend after the 2016 budget)
A bloke by the name of Dickie Duncan
Was the butt of many jokes
His name conjured up that age old saying
You know what I'm talking 'bout, folks!
“When the frost is on the pumpkin”
I'm sure you remember it well
They say it's the time for “dickie dunkin”
To get down and ring your bell
Feel so sad for old Dickie Duncan
To be blessed with this unfortunate name
They could have called him Peter
Oops! The results would've been the same
How's about a name like Percival
Or Harold or good old Gus
His parents surely weren't thinking ahead
Hence, the reason for all this fuss
Well old Dickie can surely take some solace
It's afforded him great fortune and fame
He could have been just a nobody
But now everybody knows his name
© Jack Ellison 2013
When I talk to my duncan
Yes, when the harsh vagaries of life,
Afflict me with despair ,
I need his words,
His prayers, his outstretched hand ...
In those days I only write and erase,
When I did not concentrate on what I do;
When all I think brings embarrassment,
Only solution to meet your touch.
It was God that put it in my way,
Came to cover a gap in my life,
Replace those who never came in line
With rules of solidarity and affection.
When I talk with him feel strong,
His voice sounds odd to my ear,
In moments it makes me life make sense
And fast foolproof shows my north.
When he assumes the role of confidant,
Enters the body and soul in my problems,
Makes my goals their badges
And unfolds to see me happy.
When I talk with him is a lesson of optimism,
Calls from the past to serve me a lesson
And if in this regales me your heart,
He sees a future of our own, full of romanticism.
His words balsamic are me from
Restores your voice to the flavors of life,
With him always find a way be happy
And I believe that happiness is ours alone.
OF CEIZAR FOR MY DEAR DUNCAN TE AMO
my dear duncan
My dear,
you're so far away and my heart so full of longing that the only way to relieve my
grief was to write this letter.
You know, sometimes I think it would be nice to have the possibility to keep certain
feelings in a "box" ...
I'll explain: it is good to miss once in a while, but sometimes it hurts too much and
the absence of the o...ther becomes unbearable. That's what I'm feeling now, so is
this longing that I'd like to keep in a safe box or in a fragrant that I could open
quickly and eventually, like when you open a bottle of perfume or lotion.
However, what I'd really like was never felt this kind of thing. Wish you were always
around, always ready to listen and close all the words of affection that I have to tell
you.
Come back soon!
my sunshine duncan
I fill my sunset
My hours
My centuries
Miss the late afternoon!
Vens smiling stars
And bringest moonlights January ...
Contemplate You on this side of late hours
And see you in the mirror of absence.
Beyond the infinity of my soul,
Build the bridge that leads me to you
And grab the hand
That makes me cross oceans of love!
On the edge of my way to thee,
And the pain of cartilage,
Stump up the serenity,
Your horizon we know of
And find cuddles,
Will fill empty
Wings of tenderness
Ingrained in the absence!
this is a piece written by my love ceizar
this peace was written by my good friend guy
Not Lost Just not Found On padded feet a love may walk With melodious voice a person talks
With kisses sweet a heart is stolen With moon so full a promise is grow-in Tomorrow comes
and your mouth taste sour Discordant notes come from a churches tower The clatter of heals
rains on concrete hard The day of bonding has been washed from the card Yet tomorrow will
come with new ones to see The joy of life can be there you will see A smile from a child
or a kiss from someone new The sound of a song or the thrill of the zoo Life is a wonder
for tomorrow starts again Yesterday is history the future is your friend For what you may
seek can come when you are blind Don't search to hard it will come in its own time.
the peace was given to me so i thank you my friend for you words Duncan chappell
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