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Questions and more questions can often get us upset.
Finish this short survey for us, and a gift you will get.
Let us begin with Question #1. Ready, are you all set?
In your household, how often do you bathe your pet?
NEVER O ALWAYS @ SOMETIMES O
Now for question #2. This one is all about romance.
Going on a blind date is considered taking a chance.
After having dinner, and depending on circumstance,
If you go to a club, does your date ask you to dance?
NEVER 0 ALWAYS @ SOMETIMES 0
Question #3. If dinner and dancing went really well
and you think you are falling under a romantic spell,
you share a sweet kiss and hear the ringing of a bell.
Are you one of those gabby people who kiss and tell?
NEVER @ ALWAYS O SOMETIMES O
Now for the final question. You must be glad only four.
Please answer truthfully although this surely is a bore.
In light of the first three questions; despite your score,
Would you help us with another survey, just one more?
NEVER @ ALWAYS O SOMETIMES O
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February 9, 2016 Contest Sponsored by: John Lawless
An Audeince is a group of people who
have gathered to see or experience a show.
A show is a staged event which
sound, lighting, audio,
and visual aspects are reherested to give fans
a unique and great expereince.
A show is often put on with the audeinces
performers saftey in mind.
Performers are unquiecly business minded people
who perform.
Emotionally yours he sounded love sick.
He began not wanting to be with closley
affectionate with
folk who refused to support the relationships
he was in. Citing the way
the woman looked in opposition to him.
He knew what he could focus his mind to
if he was in an honest relationship.
But being pried apart
The love facts sheet excluded her being
involved with others.
And it excluded his close freindship
with several different people.
They both loved being at the Theather Room
and the shows put on by local and
ational performers." Glad Gabby" performed
"Anchorious" and " The Gibson Love Song"
to a jammed packed audeince
and they both were there together.
United by Venue, performer and
Performance. Fans of the audeince members
were just as intrigued by the stage
and the VIP in the front row.
From The Gibson Gabby Love Song
Cruising along horizons unseen
Where scent of greenery lingers,
The plaza curves in a labyrinth
Of footprints memorizing vignettes
Past old churches and warm townsfolk;
And I stop, amazed. My spirit
Inhabits another culture,
Different in its quaint artwork
That a soul tastes the delicacy
On to paths where new souvenirs
Await. Somehow, these wanderings
Free the senses to open life’s doors,
Engulfed by fired, thrilled abandon.
Once more, the roads of adventure
Meander through discoveries,
Searching for memories to keep.
Wanderlust Contest for nette onclaud
From Gabby Sabre Aug 11, 2014
16 Lines
It is recorded in the Bible that the memory of the righteous will be a blessing;
And it further states that the name of the wicked shall rot.*
Such truths were never more refreshing when I recalled pleasures of my childhood.
Just around the bind from where I lived
Was a home with a television set.
For me and my friends, this meant the
Three Stooges, Tarzan, Mickey Mouse,
Roy Rodgers, Dale Evans, and The Lone Ranger.
I and other kids all around the neighborhood gathered
And watched make believe, never fearing any danger.
This first television set in my poor community grew kids aplenty. As we were being entertained, we fell in love with a gracious lady.
Some people give nothing to others, and are soon forgotten.
Many like our lovely neighbor, are best UNFORGOTTEN.
A dear friend of my mother, she was strong, gentle, and kind.
Her husband called me Gabby, and her name was Mary
Posted062216PSCtest, All Yours(Jun 11), Brian Strand. 1P
* Proverbs 10:7
He said, I don't know why you're acting like this.
Yoou trow the cornbread on thr table
and it fell to the floor. I got up and left.
you hit me with the Hoe, on purpose
again I left.
When you took the credit card
and put it back in mthe draw with
nothing one it:
I didn't say anything.
But yesterday I went
to the Women at Beat- ah- Bytch.
And hired sum Protection.
you gonna get your honey.
They gonna get you!
Told them E'ery thang.
You don't know who you dealin wiff!
How bout that!
How do them apples grab you?
Bet not be mad cause you pregant:
I asked you if
I could do-it!
You say yes Baby!
You said Yes!
Bet-knot be!
Excepts from "Your Mean Mother" or " Une mere Phussier"
written by Vargue Howarth, New Tile press. Ny, New York.
written with permission from
Gabby Noitall and Bet knot Mister who appears courtsey
of Prestige and money, Fame of wealthy men Inc.
call Brime Stoney for music rights.
Brime appears courtsey of gumout tasting bbq
with watered down ketsup Music Company.
Things Fussing People say: recorded live
with permission from Fussy and Them.
From Damn fool Record Company.
Godbout Canada.....
I had dreams of yesterday
I woke up with a smile
My dreams took me back
And it was better for a while.
Jeff was calling Lassie
We had moonbeams in a jar
Perry Como was teaching us
To catch a falling star
Bishop Sheen was preaching
Lawrence Welk was leading the band
And we all remembered the Alamo
When Davy Crockett made his stand.
Clark Kent changed in a phone booth
And brought the bad guys to their knees
Sugarfoot walked up to the bar
And asked for a sarsparilla please
Elliott Ness was in Old Chicago
Taking on Capone and Nitti
While Paul Burke was a detective
Inside the Naked City
Gene was singing Back in the Saddle
With Gabby by his side
And Cisco said "Oh Pancho"
"Oh Cisco" Pancho then replied
Arthur Godfrey had his talent scouts
And the Texaco man wore a star
Martin Kane was a private detective
Perry Mason passed the bar.
Maverick and Cheyenne were cowboys
Peter Gunn was making noise
We learned a little bit about life
Just watching the Real McCoys.
Car 54, where are you
Do you have a secret like Garry Moore
Let's sing along with Mitch
Is that Ben Casey at the door?
Who could forget old Lonesome George
And Red Skelton playing a clown
You bet your life, I loved Name that Tune
And Ed was Toast of the Town.
I could go on for days and days
About the times we had back then
When life was so much simpler
In my dreams I remember when.
WONDERS OF IX A (2019)
Millennium is a box of wonders which crave
To get knowledge, values, principle and love.
In my satchel I have eight wonders that drive
Me crazy, frenzied, rabid. But lo how I love
All of them. Composed, wise sane and active
Never fought like cat and dog, or out move.
The first gems Radhika and Ansh, my nerve
One very intelligent, diligent, other silent groove,
Charming, diligent, a helping hand, a sweet dove.
Second are Vidhi and Dhruv, who do their give
Best, oppose, are animadvert, but most all of
Love teachers. Third Pranjal and Mustafa brave
Charming, exasperating, lovely, do behave
Cooly, assist me in executing discipline, gave
Best of them, never rude or arrogant do they prove.
Fourth are Chahat and Vishnu, tacit, cute curve,
Taciturn, intermittently garrulous but catch nerve,
One a couch potato, other eats humble pie is brave.
Fifth wonders are Shikha and Shashank, positive
In my class, effusive, gabby, loquacious, talkative
But sweet natured children, take care of AC groove.
The next wonders are Milsi and Kanan, Gujju native,
Another prolix, chatty and gabby ones who grieve
With Dwij for class indiscipline; all sweethearts of
Sanket, caring, dormant, at times quarrelsome, at eve
Spend time contemplating on their studies. Above
All is Dweesha and Dwip, short tempered, proactive,
Loquacious, friend in enemy, reserved is ready give
Their 100 percent against me with conjurer's glove,
But close to my heart. The last but not least brave
Girl is Vidhi, a Jain, reputed, calm, cute, does have
Empathy for me and Krunal. A sweet girl, will leave
Never just, devoted, staunch behaviour, an octave
Of skills, trustworthy, allegiant, harmonious dove.
In a nutshell, all sixteen are big bucks, a brown clove.
All these eight wonders with Dev, Helik, Vasu move
Crumblesome elements out of my class - proactive.
Mithil, Harsh, Sarthak are above the salt persons. Five
More are wonders driving away my talent out of cave.
I thank again most reverent Kekul madam to pave
A voluble path of IX A with such obedient constructive
Students. Guidance of Sandeep and Sushil inductive;
I counted noses, am success with method inductive.
All dandies, make me a proud, ostentatious teacher alive.
Silly Billy had no fear, he drowned it in a case of beer.
Handy Andie so adept, kept so busy, she never slept.
Dirty Donna did what you wanna, she lived just down the street.
You didn't have to ask her twice, she was so nice and very sweet.
Hairy Larry all alone, made the women grimace and groan.
Very scary in his approach, girls would crush him like a roach.
Steady Betty, always ready with what ever it took.
Found a way to save the day, be it by hook or crook.
Stan the man does what he can no matter what it takes.
Always appalled by what has happened, then says for goodness sakes.
Gabby Abby giggles and talks with nary a concern.
I wonder if there'll ever be a time she'll ever learn.
Bob the slob wouldn't get a job, he did nothing all day.
He looked a mess, and yes I guess, there's nothing left to say.
Chatty Patty talked so much, she developed lock jaw.
You'd think that that would slow her down, but nah.
Dorky Doug had quite the mug, he looked a little askew.
When he'd greet you on the street, you didn't know what to do.
Nick the stick was very quick, always on the go.
He never walked, he always ran, the word slow, he didn't know.
Guilty Milty quite the guy. He never looked you in the eye.
If you caught him at his game, instead of shame, he'd rather die.
Ditzy Mitzy, not a clue, in her ear, you'd see clear through.
Sandy Sandy, on the beach, the young men she would beseech.
Their young minds she couldn't reach, but that's not what she tried to teach.
Loser Lenny always played, what it cost, he never weighed.
Didn't know when to walk away, should have left, but always stayed.
Pervy Peter made skin crawl, I'm guessing his was pretty small.
You felt like you'd catch a disease, even if he would just sneeze.
Surly Shirley, not too girly, and not very nice.
You can ask her once, a question, but don't ask her twice.
Bendy Wendy in the breeze, did everything down on her knees.
The young boys she'd always please, when they would leer up in the tree's.
Kent the gent, his kindness spent, decided it was time.
To let them know just what he meant, but still did it in rhyme.
Holy Holly, quite contrite, prayed sincerely every night.
Oh, good golly, how she yearned for things to be just right.
In the interest of keeping your interest, I think I'll stop it here.
Like Billy up in the first line, I think I'll have a beer. :)
In my lifetime, there has only been one pet that reached into my heart.
There have been others that came all the way to my head and stopped.
Me thinks that they wanted to go much farther, and I can only imagine how they must have felt being shunned by me in as much as they have feelings
too. Although I did not mean for it to be personal, they had every right to
take it personal. I tell you, I intentionally built a wall of brick and steel
forbidding them to enter my heart for reasons having nothing to do with them.
When I was a kid of 9 or 10, I had a dog name Jack who meant the world to me. Jack as a puppy was a gift from my dad when I was around 6 or 7, and I'd say he took up nearly every inch of my heart. Unfortunately, while still very young, Jack was shot and killed by a farmer simply because Jack was on his land.
We buried Jack under a tree in our front yard, and our entire family mourned
him as a member of the family. Over the years, there have been pets for our kids and grandkids, but I never grew close to any of them. I think that the corridors of my heart went on lockdown when Jack died. There is no scientific proof of it, and it occurred to me some 50 plus years after his demise, but I think that my heart for pets was buried with Jack, because I have not loved another pet since the passing of Jack.
With our finite minds, we have no certainty that all dogs go to heaven, but every emotion in my being would love to think so, and if so, I cannot imagine
the reunion that Jack and I will experience when I get to heaven. But in the
meanwhile, I do not suspect that Jack would have approved of my shutting down and holding back my love for others of his species. So I hope that all
memories of such will be completely extracted when Jack and I get together again. However, I do hope that Jack will remember to call me 'Gaby' because that was my 'nickname' back then.
081120PSCtest, All Pets Go To Heaven, Constance La France. 2P
Old Mr. Nicholson
totters across the town square
to the barbershop where
Clive has cut his hair
for the last forty years or so
Not hardly needing
even a trim
but pretending
he has a reason besides
the gossip waiting within
Inside, the shop smells like hair tonic
shaving cream and old leather
and the only noticeable things
that Clive's changed
in the last forty years
are the calendar, magazines
and gumball machine
Tall and gaunt, Clive stoops and
shuffles around the shop
a bit slow and shaky, but still
the cheapest and best around
as he drawls out the latest
scuttlebutt from all over town
Harry Van Hoorn leans
sideways in the old barber chair
hanging on every word like an old hound
ears flapping in the breeze
making an odd squinchy face as he
holds back a sneeze
bits of loose hair tickling his nose
While old Arnie Bruner
broods in the corner
his usual sour-faced self
like an old prune
all wrinkled and dried up
without a single good thing to say
“Well, hello Ed!” Clive stops and says
as Mr. Nicholson sidles in
he amiably waves his comb in the air
continuing to work on Harry's hair
thoroughly ignored as he
continues to speak
“Long time, no see!” Harry sings out
even though they were both
in here just last week
“Hiya Harry!” Mr. Nicholson says
in his high-pitched little whine
“Have you heard about-”
“Oh wait, lemme guess-” Arnie breaks in
in his growly bass
“...it's about that place... next door to-”
“Jim and Grace” Harry cuts in
“No, I was going to say-”
Mr. Nicholson chirps
a bit snappily
“It must be about Jenny Mae...”
Harry chortles gleefully
“No, it's gotta be about Faye!-”
Arnie belts out grumpily
Meanwhile, they're missing
all the scorching details
of the greatest scandal
as Clive croons on
amid the din
of his gabby, blabby customers
each desperate
to get a word in
Back and forth, in and out
with bickers and shouts
hums, warbles, trills, groans
solos and accidental duets
their crazy cacophony has become
a funny (albeit gossipy) kind
of barbershop quartet!