Many used to tell me it's time to drop off
that's 'cause my initials say I am a DAG
This nickname occurred when these initials
were engraved on a gladstone bag
In days of yore
these comments made me glum
Because a dag is the poo that is found
sticking to the wool surrounding a sheep's bum
DAG can also mean a humorous man
can crack a joke to bring about a smile
That's me that's what I do now
I'm also modest. I do it all with style
If you are feeling rather blue
feeling rather sad feeling rather glum
Just be a happy Dag and not the one
that's sticking to a woolly bum
I am the blue crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I can color the sky that is the cosmos above your head,
and I can give you a refreshing drink of water.
Don't try to make me just like you,
I am pretty sure that I need you too.
I am the yellow crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I color the sun that warms the day.
And I am the color of the lemons in your lemonade.
Don't try to make me just like you,
I am pretty sure that I need you too.
I am the red crayon in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need me.
I color the cherry that tastes oh so sweet,
and I am the color on a map to indicate heat.
Don't try to make me just like you,
I am pretty sure that I need you too.
We are the primary colors in your crayon box,
and it is clear that you need us.
We can mix and blend into the colors you desire
Or stand strong on our own accord.
Don't try to make us just like you,
We are pretty sure that we need you too.
For fame, young Zackery thought:
a train hop TikTok shot!
He struck his head
and wound up dead.
Now, damages are sought.
Warm yellow light.
Chilly, for indoor.
Soft, soothing, piano.
Music—
Door slides open.
A man walks in, his eyes—
Rain’s wailing outside.
He talks to the nurse.
His voice hoarse like sand—
Flash, lightening.
Raindrops darken the dusty walk—
Thunder.
He sinks into the bench beside me.
Stinging smell of cigarette butts—
Another thunder.
Door slides close and muffles it.
Nurse says my name.
I walk into the doctor’s—
A muffled thunder.
I don’t remember seeing the lightning.
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Note: Dysautonomia is a disorder of the autonomic nervous system, often causing brain fog, anxiety, and sensory overload.
Mad as thunder, kiss like thorns, blood like blackberry wine, fallen angel charms and looks with smell of Smokey quartz ash, with orange blossom flowers, with white Roses and honeysuckle dreams, with the twinkle in his eye to claim your soul as you make a deal with the devil right hand women Lady S and assistant as he sip his tea off of lava rocks as he offer you a hell fire pen and he seal it with one tear with a Newest emoji of 2025
The Lord is my sculptor I will chisel rightly, He holds my hand and directs it. He opens my mind to visualize the deep, He brings light to my mind, He opens a craft book for me because of His loving heart, Even though the night seems to cloud my mind I will not be perturbed, You’re my inspiration, my guide and my sunlight, You strengthen my feeble hands in the times of adversity, You open the door for me out of the hold of the night, I find the path to creativity, I will see the visions of the beauty of nature and walk in the path of radiance forever.
May 21, 2024.
The Lord is my technician,
I shall not err
He makes me work effectively well in my workplace
He brings me back my good condition
He screwed my loose parts firmly in His side.
He repairs the spare parts of my body and soul
for my wellness, holiness and proficiency sake.
Even though I work overtime as needed;
I still have time for Him,
Thy divine tool and Holy Spirit fix me
Thou apply conversion lubricants to my rusty parts and soul;
My engine and spirit runneth smoothly,
Surely productivity and efficiency shall generate on me
all the days of my missions
And my owner will be glad on me
And I will function well in His company as long as I live.
The Lord is my physician.
I won’t be sickly.
He helps me to get my rest and much-needed sleep.
He gives me exercises to do;
He makes me stronger.
He instructs me on the best supplements
for my health’s sake.
Even though my food and environment are filled with toxins,
I will feel safe
because I trust in You.
Your wisdom and Your remedies soothe me.
I encounter infections and viruses in many places that I go;
You protect me from Pandemics.
I feel so grateful.
Surely strength and fitness will enhance my well-being
through the days of my life,
and I will be healed by my Physician
evermore.
You know Dasher and Dancer and Frosty and Santa
live in The North Pole with the elves and Rudolph.
If you be jolly and quick, you'll see Old Saint Nick,
rocking around the Christmas tree at night.
When the clock is striking twelve
don't you fall asleep
Down the chimney Santa comes
for a snack to eat.
All the stockings you will find
that decked the halls,
mine will be the jolly one
going ho-ho-ho!
It’s rotting flesh falling, spirit’s most appalling,
with it's hot breath seething, slowly chokes my breathing.
Hickory dickory diddle
the cat and the mouse play fiddle
they sat on the clock
they found on the rock
while the spoon danced in the middle.
Hickory dickory dock
the mouse broke that clock
it should have struck one
and it won't stick two
so he bugged the old lady in the shoe.
Hickory dickory dock
the cow jumped over the clock
he took the spoon
who wished for the moon
hickory dickory dock.
Hickory dickory diddle,
the cat played the fiddle
he played the great tune
that woke up the moon
witnessing the dish and the spoon.
The Lord is my driver
I will not crash.
He buckles me the front seat of my road car.
He drives me on back roads,
He maintains my vehicle.
He leads me on the direct routes
For time saving sake.
Even though I ride on the narrow back alleys,
I will feel brave,
because He drives me.
The window and door protect me.
We travel on snow and ice covered roads in safety.
You add the lubricant to my engine.
My eyes see country.
Surely clear roads and safe trips will be my lot.
All the trips that I take.
And I will ride shotgun in His car
Forever!
**So, where I live a blizzard just ended a day ago, and as a result we are having a white Christmas. Now Christmas is a great season, but I really love summer. This is a summertime parody of "Joy To the World."
Done with the snow, the sun is hot.
Let play outside revive
Let every child, the girls and boys
swing freely at the park
swing freely at the park
swing freely, freely at the park.
***
Done with the cold, the summer sings
Dive deep into the pool.
While parks and picnics, watermelons and BBQ,
bask the sunshine glow
bask the sunshine glow
bask, bask the sunshine glow.
***
Sun rules the land, with heat and warmth.
And makes great fun outside
The rays of bright glory delight
And boost of serotonin
And boost of serotonin
and boost, boost of serotonin
And boost, boost of serotonin.
If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes
Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons
At -50 you might say we hit our limits
Few places in one day, do you see all 4 seasons
Why live in the prairies? We have our reasons
Snow in June, and t-shirt weather in December
Few places in one day, do you see all 4 seasons
You don’t have to think too far back to remember
Snow in June, and t-shirt weather in December
A 30 degree temperature swing in under a week
You don’t have to think too far back to remember
Our ability to acclimatize is really quite unique
A 30 degree temperature swing in under a week
We’re always ready for when it really drops
Our ability to acclimatize is really quite unique
Make sure to bring your parka and flip-flops
We’re always ready for when it really drops
At -50 you might say we hit our limits
Make sure to bring your parka and flip-flops
If you don’t like the weather, wait 5 minutes
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