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Who’s Texas oil rich, just five-feet-six
and always seems to get out of a fix?
He’s married with four kids, and eyes bright blue -
a guy you love to hate. . . Still need a clue?
He came to CBS a year ago
to play the nineteenth season of the show
"Survivor!" Fans tuned in; there on Samoa
we saw him on a tribe called Foa Foa.
A villain on this game show like no other,
he’s one you’d guess could rat out his own mother.
He’s Russell Hantz, a genuine control freak,
and add to that, he’s quite a little sneak!
To cause a stir, he once burned someone’s socks,
feigned innocence, and then had secret talks
with teammates as he filled their minds with doubt
And made his plans of whom to next throw out.
With not one clue, he found immunity.
a “first” in all "Survivor" history,
then saved himself when there came times to vote
with idols he had found. (He loves to gloat!)
If someone were not “pliable,” he’d thrust
them out, while there were others he would trust.
But by the time the game came to its end,
he’d backstabbed them and didn’t have one friend.
And so he lost that game. We saw him cry
as votes were read, a crazed look in his eye!
A hundred grand he’d give to wear the crown,
but she who rode his coattails turned him down.
Respected by his fans, he’s gone anew
to play this time with villains, none who knew
him from before, and now he’s in a game
with old time favorites who seem really lame!
With blind-sides left and right, they’re falling fast.
I think Hantz might remain there till the last!
He gave an idol up to save a gal
I bet he wishes were more than a pal. . .
His poor wife has to watch him on TV,
all smiles while making eyes at Parvati.
But win or lose this time, he is the slayer
of those "Survivor" All-Stars. What a player!
(Watch for the season finale. It should be coming soon, either Thursday or maybe on a
Sunday)
For Linda-Marie Bariana's TV Tempations contest
Forsaken by friends and sense,
And having taken the way of offense
To earn his elusive daily bread,
He pursued clandestine paths evil-led;
A lone wanderer on unknown streets,
Where he sought to win his fortune in bits
Twisting the necks of innocents,
And from unsuspecting pockets extracting cents!
FATHER AND I
Father and I lived together for years twenty and four,
Much of this time was spent quenching the bliss of youth;
Not knowing that his treasured company would one day eternally go,
And I would be left a poor miser with no male to love;
And that nothing but the Savior can fill this gap.
I shall however his causes endeavor to serve
And upon his doctrines labor;
Even though his company I for a time shall miss,
We shall meet in the savor of eternal bliss!
and tonight the rest of the story
let us not give the headlines
the best of the glory
let's remember the times of old
a history, something told
a storyteller tells the tale
of the bold
listeners tune in to listen
to what is gold
a riddle, a clue, a mystery to unfold
who is the subject and what is the goal
and in the end remembered
the great invention
within the story meaningful intentions
the storyteller had a way
of keeping our attention
as we listened in the car
or in the kitchen
for some he was our lunch time break
we listened to his commercials as we ate
the trick of advertisement was so sublime
we listened attentivly as he used his time
at times of mattresses,
and pills we listened to his appeals
while he told the story his ad's would pay the bills
and tonight the rest of the story
lets not give the headlines
the best of the glory
Paul Harvey went to meet his glory
leaving the rest of us wondering
what would be the rest of his story
surely he knew how to begin
and how to skillfully draw us in
as every story the master would begin
but this time there are no commercials
no special ad's made for his rehursal
only the quiet exit unto glory
and now we know the rest of his story
A moment for the truths in you
A moment when you can be true
A time when only you knew
When its moments yourself to never know who
Did you know to admit?
Those of things you have done or did
Times in trouble for you to meet
Yet times in trouble you will seek
As often to tell yourself not to
As often… you will tell yourself to do
Funny how to have a life only to rule
When you know how no one knows you
We all need another to survive
Without telling us truthfully as to only feel
Even strangers play a part for us all to strive
Of moments often too late when to know is knew
Will you give yourself that moment?
A moment to you know how to be true
Would you have known for a return…
Will be a time when only you knew