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THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS

I HEARD DAD TALK ABOUT HOW IT WAS WHEN HE WAS YOUNG. HE SAID EVERYONE WAS HAPPY, THERE WERE SONGS TO BE SUNG. NOT LIKE TODAY, WITH INTERNET TROLLS AND BLOGGING SITES. IT WAS BEACH PARTIES AND ROMANCE THAT TOOK UP THIER NIGHTS. THEN I SAW GRAMPA LOOK AT GRANDMA COOKING IN THE KITCHEN. HE SAID, SIT DOWN SON THERE’S SOMETHING THAT YOUR MISSIN.
HE SAID, THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS. WITH HOLIDAY PARTIES AND GRAMMAS’ OLD WAYS. SHE COOKS FOR EVERYONE, LIKE IT OR NOT. BE HAPPY ABOUT HER AND THE GOOD THNGS YOU GOT. WHEN TIMES GET HARD AND WE ARE NO LONGER HERE, THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT YOU WILL REALLY HOLD DEAR.
I HAD A COUSIN, HE WAS AN IMMITATOR, A HIPPIE WANNA BE. ALL HE TALKED ABOUT WAS. WOODSTOCK AND WHAT IT MEANT TO BE FREE. HE LIVED IN THE PAST; SAID HE WAS JUST BORN TOO LATE. HE SAID I SHOULD HAVE BEEN BORN LONG AGO BUT I GUESS THIS IS JUST MY FATE. I POINTED TO GRAMPA WATCHING GRAMMA IN THE KITCHEN I SAID MAN YOU BETTER WAKE UP BECAUSE THERE’S SOMETHING YOU BEEN MISSING.
AND I SAID, THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS, WITH HOLIDAY PARTIES AND GRAMMAS’ OLD WAYS. SHE COOKS FOR EVERYO ONE, LIKE IT OR NOT; BE HAPPY ABOUT HER AND ALL THE GOOD THINGS YOU GOT. WHEN TIMES GET HARD AND THEY ARE NO LONGER HERE, THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT YOU WILL REALLY HOLD DEAR.
THEN I SAW GRAMPA HUG GRAMMA, HE PUT HIS HANDS AROUND HER WAIST. HE WAS SMELLING THE FOOD AND LOOKING FOR A TASTE. HE ASKED HER IF SHE NEEDED HELP, IF THERE WAS ANYTHING SHE WAS MISSING. IT WAS THEN I CAUGHT THEM KISSING IN THE KITCHEN.
AND I REALIZED, THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS, WITH HOLIDAY PARTIES AND GRAMMAS’ OLD WAYS. SHE COOKS FOR EVERYONE, LIKE IT OR NOT, AND I’M HAPPY ABOUT HER AND THE GOOD THINGS I GOT. WHEN TIMES GET HARD AND THEY ARE NO LONGER HERE, THESE ARE THE TIMES THAT I WILL ALWAYS HOLD DEAR.

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CAT AND MOUSE

TRYING TO STAY OUT OF TROUBLE IS LIKE PLAYING A GAME OF CAT AND MOUSE.
THE GIRL YOUR WITH HAS A BOYFRIEND BUT SHE SAYS THAT HE’S A LOUSE. YOU KNOW THAT YOU SHOULD LEAVE HER ALONE BUT HER LIPS ARE SWEETER THAN HONEY. SHE SMILES AT YOU, YOU LET HER IN, NEXT THING YOU KNOW SHE HAS ALL YOUR MONEY.
JUST WHEN YOU THINK IT COULDN’T GET ANY WORSE, HER BOYFRIEND SHOWS UP AT THE DOOR. YOU ASK HIM WHAT HE WANTS AND NEXT THING YOU KNOW YOU’RE LYING ON THE FLOOR. DATING SOMEONE WHO IS SPOKEN FOR IS JUST LIKE ROLLING THE DICE.
YOU’RE ON YOUR BACK WITH A BROKEN JAW, I BET NEXT TIME YOU’LL THINK TWICE.

TOM AND JERRY PLAYED CAT AND MOUSE AND IT NEVER TURNED OUT WELL FOR THE CAT. JUST WHEN HE THOUGHT HE HAD HIM CAUGHT, JERRY WOULD HIT HIM WITH A BAT. ITCHY AND SCRATCHY PLAYED OUT THIS GAME IN A WAY THAT WAS JUST TOO GRAPHIC. BEFORE IT WAS OVER THAT CAT LOOKED LIKE HE PLAYED TOO LONG IN TRAFFIC. SYLVESTER CHASED A GIANT MOUSE THAT REALLY WAS A KANGAROO. HE GOT BEAT AND BATTERED AND THERE WAS NOTHING HE COULD DO.
THE LESSON HERE IS NEVER PLAY A GAME THAT YOU JUST CAN’T WIN. TRYING TO BEAT THAT MOUSE IS LIKE GOING WHALING WITH A PIN.

PLAYING CAT AND MOUSE WITH YOUR HEALTH IS AKIN TO RUSSIAN ROULETTE.
CIGARETTES AND VAPING IS SELDOM A GOOD BET. THE PANDEMIC IS RAGING AND PEOPLE ARE DROPPING JUST LIKE FLIES. SO MANY WON’T GET THE VACINE, THEY BELIEVE THE INTERNET LIES.
THERE’S AN ALCOHOLIC WHO’S DRINKING HIMSELF TO DEATH, HE’S IN CONSTANT DENIAL. HIS LIVER GIVES OUT AND HE ENDS UP IN THE HOSPITAL FOR A LITTLE WHILE. THE KIDS THINK IT’S COOL GETTING HIGH ON ALL THOSE PILLS. THEY END UP OVERDOSING ON FENTINOL AND THIER PARENTS PAY THE FUNERAL BILLS.
DON’T BE STUPID AND DO SOMETHING YOU’RE GOING TO REGRET. YOU’VE HAD A FEW CLOSE CALLS BUT YOU HAVEN’T SEEN NOTHING YET.

TOM AND JERRY PLAYED CAT AND MOUSE AND IT NEVER TURNED OUT WELL FOR THE CAT. JUST WHEN HE THOUGHT HE HAD HIM CAUGHT, JERRY WOULD HIT HIM WITH A BAT. ITCHY AND SCRATCHY PLAYED OUT THIS GAME IN A WAY THAT WAS JUST TOO GRAPHIC
.BEFORE IT WAS OVER THAT CAT LOOKED LIKE HE PLAYED TOO LONG IN TRAFFIC. SYLVESTER CHASED A GIANT MOUSE THAT REALLY WAS A KANGAROO. HE GOT BEAT AND BATTERED AND THERE WAS NOTHING HE COULD DO. THE LESSON HERE IS NEVER PLAY A GAME THAT YOU JUST CAN’T WIN.
TRYING TO BEAT THAT MOUSE IS LIKE GOING WHALING WITH A PIN.

THERE WAS THIS YOUNG MAN, HE REALLY WAS A TROUBLED CHILD. HIS PARENTS COULDN’T CONTROL HIM, YOU COULD SAY HE WAS REALLY WILD. HE WAS ALWAYS PLAYING CAT AND MOUSE WITH THE LAW. HE TRIED TO ASSAULT A COP AND ENDED UP WITH A BROKEN JAW. ONE DAY HE JUST LOST CONTROL AND TRIED TO ROB A BANK. THE LAW CAUGHT UP WITH HIM AND NOW HIS LIFE IS IN THE TANK. HIS MOTHER TRIED TO SAVE HIM, SHE CRIED A RIVER OF TEARS. THE JUDGE, HE DIDN’T SEE IT HER WAY AND HE GAVE HIM TWENTY YEARS.

TRYING TO BEAT THE SYSTEM IS A GAME YOU JUST CAN’T WIN. YOU NEVER WILL HAVE PEACE WITH GOD WHEN YOUR LIFE IS FULL OF SIN.

TOM AND JERRY PLAYED CAT AND MOUSE AND IT NEVER TURNED OUT WELL FOR THE CAT.
JUST WHEN HE THOUGHT HE HAD HIM CAUGHT, JERRY WOULD HIT HIM WITH A BAT ITCHY AND SCRATCHY PLAYED OUT THIS GAME IN A WAY THAT WAS JUST TOO GRAPHIC.
BEFORE IT WAS OVER THAT CAT LOOKED LIKE HE PLAYED TOO LONG IN TRAFFIC. SYLVESTER CHASED A GIANT MOUSE THAT REALLY WAS A KANGAROO. HE GOT BEAT AND BATTERED AND THERE WAS NOTHING HE COULD DO. THE LESSON HERE IS NEVER PLAY A GAME THAT YOU JUST CAN’T WIN.
TRYING TO BEAT THAT MOUSE IS LIKE GOING WHALING WITH A PIN.

PLAYING CAT AND MOUSE WITH GOD IS NEVER A GOOD DECISION. IF YOU WANT TO MAKE YOUR WAY THROUGH LIFE, YOU NEED SOME KIND OF VISION.
IF YOU’RE SEEKING GODS’ GRACE THERE’S NO SITING ON THE FENCE. IF YOU WANT TO AVOID SIN, JUST USE YOUR COMMON SENSE.
WHEN IT COMES TO MOTIVES, GOD CAN LOOK INTO A MANS’ HEART IT’S YOUR ACTIONS AND CHRISTIAN LOVE THAT WILL SET YOU APART. SO, SET YOUR HEART RIGHT AND BE A SOLDIER FOR THE LORD.
PUT ON THE ARMOUR OF GOD AND USE HIS WORD AS YOUR SWORD.

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IF THIS OLD HOUSE COULD TALK

THERE’S SNOW ON THE ROOF AND THE LIGHT IN THE WINDOWS IS GETTING DIM. THERE’S A WARMTH INSIDE, YOU CAN FEEL IT FROM WITHIN. THERE IS LIFE IN THIS OLD HOUSE, OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT. IF THE WALLS HAD LIPS, I THINK FOR SURE THEY WOULD SCREAM AND SHOUT.

I DON’T STAND AS STRAIGHT AS I USED TO AND I’VE SETTLED ON MY FOUDATION. I’VE RAISED SEVERAL FAMILIES HERE IN JOY AND JUBELATION. SO DON’T TELL ME AS A HOME THAT I’M ALL WASHED UP. BECAUSE THERE’S LIFE IN THIS OLD HOUSE OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT. IF THESE WALLS HAD LIPS FOR SURE THEY’D SCREAM AND SHOUT.

THE FLOORBOARDS CREAK AND MY JOINTS ARE WEARING THIN. STILL, YOU FEEL WELCOME THE MOMENT YOU COME IN. THE RAFTERS SAG AND THE TIMBERS ARE SHOWING A LITTLE WEAR. IT’S JUST A BADGE OF HONOR TO THE HARDSHIPS THAT I BEAR. SO, DON’T TELL ME AS A HOME THAT I’M ALL WASHED UP. THERE’S LIFE IN THIS OLD HOUSE, OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT. IF THE WALLS HAD LIPS, I KNOW THEY’D SCREAM AND SHOUT.

AS YOU CLIMB MY STAIRS THERE’S STILL LOVE IN THE AIR AND COMFORT ON THIS OLD PORCH. YOU SEE I STILL LIVE I’VE GOT PLENTY TO GIVE AND IN LIFE I STILL CARRY THE TORCH. SO, DON’T TELL ME AS A HOME THAT I’M ALL WASHED UP. THERE’S STILL LIFE IN THIS OLD HOUSE, OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT. IF THE WALLS HAD LIPS, I KNOW THEY’D SCREAM AND SHOUT.

NO HOUSE LASTS FOREVER BUT I SAY WHATEVER I KNOW MY TIME IT’S NOT OVER YET. I’VE BEEN STANDING FOR YEARS, SEEN SO MANY TEARS, YOU KNOW SOME THINGS YOU JUST CAN’T FORGET. SO, DON’T TELL ME AS A HOME THAT I’M ALL WASHED UP. THERE’S STILL LIFE IN THIS OLD HOUSE OF THAT I HAVE NO DOUBT. IF THE WALLS HAD LIPS, I KNOW THAT THEY WOULD SCREAM AND SHOUT.

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POT OF GOLD

IT STARTED IN THE EARLY DAYS; THE PROSPECTORS HEADED WEST. IT WAS THE 49 GOLD RUSH THAT WOULD PUT THEM TO THE TEST. IT WAS GOLD RUSH FEVER THAT FED THIER HOPES AND DREAMS. BUT IT WAS ENVY AND GREED THAT FED ALL THIER SCHEMES. CLAIM JUMPERS AND ROBBERS STOLE MANY A MANS’ PLANS. THEY GOT WHAT THEY WANTED BUT THERE WAS BLOOD ON THIER HANDS. A FEW OF THEM MADE IT, MANY OF THEM DIDN’T. THEY SAID IT WAS JUST FOR THE MONEY THEY WERE IN IT.

DON’T YOU KNOW EVERYONE’S SEARCHING FOR THIER POT OF GOLD. SOME FIND IT WHEN THEY’RE YOUNG, SOME FIND IT WHEN THEY’RE OLD. SOONER OR LATER EVERYONE GETS THE CALL. SOME FOLKS, THEY NEVER FIND ANY GOLD AT ALL.

THE MODERN AGE SAW THE RISE OF THE STOCK MARKET AND WALL STREET. YOU COULD MAKE YOURSELF A FORTUNE IF YOU COULD JUST STAND THE HEAT. THEY WERE THE WOLVES OF WALL STREET, THERE WERE PREDATORS EVERYWHERE. PEOPLE WERE JUMPING OUT WINDOWS BUT NOBODY SEEMED TO CARE. A FEW ROSE TO THE TOP, THE REST WERE TRAMPLED IN THE DIRT. THE RICH, THEY GOT RICHER AND THE REST OF THEM GOT HURT.

DON’T YOU KNOW EVERYONE IS SEARCHING FOR THIER POT OF GOLD. SOME FIND IT WHEN THEY’RE YOUNG, SOME FIND IT WHEN THEY’RE OLD. SOONER OR LATER EVERYONE GETS THE CALL. SOME FOLKS THEY NEVER FIND ANY GOLD AT ALL.

HOW ABOUT THE INTERNET, IT’S THE WILD, WILD, WEST. IT TAKES SOME TO THE TOP AND DESTROYS ALL THE REST. THE YOUNG ONES DREAM OF RICHES WITHOUT PAYING THE COST. THEY’LL DO ANYTHING FOR ATTENTION TIL THEY FIND THAT THEY’RE LOST. MONEY FOR NOTHING, WELL THAT’S JUST A SONG. YOU HAVE TO PAY YOUR DUES IF YOU WANT TO GET ALONG.

I THINK IT WOLD BE EASIER TO CATCH A LEPRECHAUN IN HIS LAIR. YOU COULD HOLD HIM PRISONER, MAYBE TIE HIM TO A CHAIR. TELL HIM FOR HIS POT OF GOLD THAT YOU WOULD LET HIM GO FREE. BUT THIS TOO WAS A FANTASY, IT WAS NEVER MEANT TO BE. SOME FOLKS I GUESS WERE JUST MEANT TO BE POOR. BUT IF YOU HAVE A FAMILIES LOVE YOU JUST DON’T NEED ANYMORE.

DON’T YOU KNOW EVERYONE IS SEARCHING FOR THIER POT OF GOLD. SOME FIND IT WHEN THEY’RE YOUNG, SOME FIND IT WHEN THEY’RE OLD. SOONER OR LATER EVERYONE GETS THE CALL. BUT SOME FOLKS THEY NEVER FIND ANY GOLD AT ALL.

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GREY WIDOW SPIDER

THE BLACK WIDOW SPIDER IS FEARED BY ALL THE LITTLE CREATURES. PARALIZING VENOM AND CRUSHING JAWS ARE SOME OF HER FEATURES.

BUT NOTHING LASTS FOR EVER, EVERYTHING GETS OLD. EVERY FIRE LIT EVENTUALLY GROWS COLD.

NOW ALL OF HER VICTIMS LAUGH AND JEST AS SHE TRIES TO LURE THEM INTO HER NEST.

SHE THINKS SHE STILL HAS IT AND IT’S REALLY SAD. SHE DANCES HER SPIDER DANCE AND REALLY LOOKS BAD.

SHE’S A GREY WIDOW SPIDER AND SHE’S LOST HER BITE. ALL THE BUGS DANCE AROUND HER IN PLAIN SIGHT. EVEN HER WEB IS SAGGING AND SHE CAN’T CATCH A FLY. SHE KNOWS THAT SHE’S LOST IT BUT SHE STILL HAS TO TRY. IT’S TIME FOR A CHANGE; SHE CAN’T KEEP GOING ON THIS WAY. EXCEPT THAT YOU’RE OLDER AND CHANGE COME WHAT MAY.

SHE’S A SINGLE LADY AND SHE TURNED SIXTY TODAY. SHE’S HEADED FOR THE CLUB’ SHE THINKS SHE CAN STILL PLAY.

THE YOUNG GIRLS, THEY LOOK AT HER AND LAUGH BEHIND HER BACK. THE MEN MAKE JOKES ABOUT ALL OF THE THINGS THAT SHE LACKS.

GROWING OLD GRACEFULLY IS A LESSON SHE HAS TO LEARN. SOMEONE NEEDS TO WRITE HER A LETTER, TO WHOM IT MAY CONCERN.

YOU NEED TO STOP ACTING LIKE YOU’RE STILL A KID. JUST LOOK AT YOUR MOTHER AND DO WHAT SHE DID.

SHE’S A GREY WIDOW SPIDER AND SHE’S LOST HER BITE. ALL THE BUGS DANCE AROUND HER IN PLAIN SIGHT. EVEN HER WEB IS SAGGING AND SHE CAN’T CATCH A FLY. SHE KNOWS THAT SHE’S LOST IT BUT SHE STILL HAS TO TRY. IT’S TIME FOR A CHANGE, SHE CAN’T KEEP GOING ON THIS WAY. EXCEPT THAT YOU’RE OLDER AND CHANGE COME WHAT MAY.

SHE THINKS SHE LOOKS GOOD BUT SHE NEEDS ARTIFICIAL AID. FALSE TEETH AND GIRDLES AND A WIG WITH A FADE.

FIFTY YEARS OF PARTIES HAVE LEFT THEIR MARK ON HER FACE. HER HEALTH IS FADING, SHE CAN’T KEEP UP THE PACE.

IT’S TIME FOR HER TO WAKE UP AND START ACTING HER AGE. IF SHE WERE A STORY, IT’S TIME TO TURN THE PAGE.

A WORD OF ADVICE, IT’S TIME TO CHANGE YOUR WAY OF LIVING. FATHER TIME AND MOTHER NATURE ARE NEVER FORGIVING.

THIER TEARS.

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A MOTH TO A FLAME

WHEN YOU WERE A CHILD, YOU WATCHED CINDERELLA AND WAITED FOR YOUR PRINCE. WHEN YOU FOUND HIM, HE WASN’T ALL THAT AND YOU AIN’T BEEN THE SAME SINCE.

HE FINDS OUT THAT YOUR PREGNANT SO HE RUNS OFF WITH HIS SIDE PIECE. THAT’S BAD ENOUGH AND THEN YOU FIND OUT THAT SHE’S YOUR NIECE

SO, YOU SIT IN THE DARK DEPRESSED AND ALL ALONE. YOU STARE OUT INTO SPACE AS YOU WAIT ON THE PHONE.

FINALLY, THE PHONE RINGS, HE SAYS HE WANTS TO PLEASE YOU. SO, YOU GO TO HIM AND THEN HE’S OFF AGAIN, HE WAS ONLY PLANNING TO TEASE YOU.

A WOMAN IN LOVE WITH A BAD MAN IS LIKE A MOTH DRAWN TO A FLAME. THEY KEEP GOING BACK AND IT ALWAYS ENDS THE SAME. THEY’LL GIVE UP THIER FREEDOM, THIER PRIDE AND EVEN THIER SOUL. THEY STAY WHEN THEY SHOULD GO AND IT TAKES A TERRIBLE TOLL. IF YOU LISTEN TO A LIE LONG ENOUGH YOU START BELIEVING IT TO BE TRUE. TRYING TO KEEP YOUR SANITY IS LIKE PLAYING A GAME OF MENTAL KUNG-FU.

YOU THINK THAT YOU MET THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE SO YOU DECIDE TO MARRY HIM. NEXT THING YOU KNOW HE QUITS HIS JOB AND YOU HAVE TO CARRY HIM.

THE WAY THAT HE TREATS YOU CAN ONLY BE CALLED SPOUSAL ABUSE. HE’LL DISAPPEAR FOR DAYS AND JUST GIVE YOU ANY OLD EXCUSE.

HE’LL DO THINGS YOU CAN’T EVEN IMAGINE TRYING TO KILL YOUR SELF ESTEEM. YOU THINK THAT YOU CAN CHANGE HIM, BUT THAT KIND OF THINKING IS JUST A DREAM.

YOU’VE BEEN LISTENING TO HIM FOR SO LONG YOU ACTUALLY BELIEVE IT’S YOUR FAULT. HE’S GOT YOU SO BRAINWASHED REALITY ITSELF HAS COME TO A HALT.

THE WELFARE ROLLS ARE FULL OF WOMEN WITH BROKEN SPIRITS AND BODIES TOO. THEY’VE SUFFERED GREATELY, YOU CAN’T IMAGINE WHAT THEY’VE BEEN THROUGH.

THEY’VE BEEN KICKED AROUND SO MUCH THEY CAN’T TELL WRONG FROM RIGHT. THE LOOK OF PAIN AND DISPAIR ON THIER FACE IS SELDOM A PRETTY SIGHT.

CAN YOU PLEASE TELL ME WHAT EVER HAPPENED TO THE MAN WHO DID THIS? I HEAR HE’S LIVING IN THE NEXT TOWN, GONNA GIVE A NEW GIRL HER FIRST KISS.

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OVER THE RAINBOW

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW THERE’S A WORLD FULL OF HOPES AND DREAMS. BETTER BE CAREFUL WHAT YOU WISH FOR, IT NEVER IS QUITE WHAT IT SEEMS. THEY HAVE TALKING TREES AND MUNCHKINS, AND WITCHES GOOD AND BAD. WHEN YOU GET THERE, YOU’LL MISS ALL THE GOOD THINGS YOU HAD. REMEMBER, DON’T SMELL THE POPPIES, FOR SURE THEY WILL PUT YOU TO SLEEP. AND WHEN YOU’RE ON THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD, DON’T WANDER IN THE WOODS TOO DEEP. THERE’S LIONS AND TIGERS AND BEARS AND THE BAD WITCHES SOLDIERS TOO. THEY’LL SCARE YOU AND RUN YOU DOWN UNTIL YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO. JUST CLICK YOUR HEALS AND SAY, THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME. IF I EVER GET THERE, I NEVER MORE WILL ROAM.

NOAH SAW IT FIRST, IT WAS A GIFT FROM THE LORD. JUDY GARLAND SANG ABOUT IT; IT REALLY STRUCK A CHORD. EVERYBODY’S LOOKING FOR THAT LAND OF HOPES AND DREAMS BUT WHEN YOU GET THERE IT JUST AIN’T WHAT IT SEEMS.

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW THERE’S A LAND FULL OF MILK AND HONEY. WHERE THE TREES STAND TALL AND EVEN THE MUNCHKINS HAVE MONEY. THE YELLOW BRICK ROAD IS REALLY PAVED WITH GOLD. AND ALL OF THE PEOPLE THEY NEVER GROW OLD. AND THERE’S LIONS AND TIGERS AND BEARS, OH MY! BUT THEY JUST LICK YOUR HAND AS YOU WALK BY. THE WICKED WITCH, WELL SHE’S JUST A DREAM. AND LIFE IN THE WOODS IS ALL PEACHES AND CREAM. IT MAY SEEM TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, BUT THAT’S JUST MY VISION. YOU CAN BELIEVE IT OR NOT, WELL THAT’S JUST YOUR DECISION. AS FOR ME, I’LL NEVER CLICK MY HEALS AND ASK TO GO HOME. I’D RATHER LIVE IN THIS DREAM ALL ALONE.

NOAH SAW IT FIRST, IT WAS A GIFT FROM THE LORD. JUDY GARLAND SANG ABOUT IT; IT REALLY STRUCK A CHORD. EVERYBODY’S LOOKING FOR THAT LAND OF HOPES AND DREAMS. BUT WHEN YOU GET THERE IT JUST AIN’T WHAT IT SEEMS.

SOMEWHERE OVER THE RAINBOW THERE’S A HOSPITAL FOR THOSE WITH BROKEN DREAMS. THE LIVES THAT THEY LIVE IN THIER HEADS, IT ISN’T ALWAYS WHAT IT SEEMS. YOU SEE THEM SMILE, YOU SEE THEM GRIN BUT NOONE REALLY KNOWS THE SHAPE THAT THEY’RE IN. THE DOCTORS WISH FOR THE BEST, FOR SURE THEY WISH THEM WELL. BUT NOONE REALLY KNOWS IF THEY’RE LIVING IN HEAVEN OR HELL. FOR THEM THERE ARE NO HEELS TO CLICK, THERE’S JUST NO WAY HOME. LIKE IT OR NOT, THEY’LL WALK THAT ROAD ALONE.

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TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE
I MET THIS GORGEOUS WOMAN WITH SILKY HAIR AND SPARKLING TEETH. I ASKED HER WHAT HER NAME WAS I THINK SHE SAID IT’S KEITH. HER VOICE WAS DEEP, SHE WAS ON THE CREEP, THERE WAS NOTHING LEFT TO DO. WAS THEN I FINALLY NOTICED; IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.
IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE AND THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO DO. THERE’S A CLOUD OVER MY HEAD AND LIKE I SAID IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.
I BOUGHT A BRAND-NEW RIDE, FANCY RIMS AND ALL. THEN I GOT THE CALL IT WAS NO DEAL AT ALL. THE MAN SAID IT WAS STOLEN, THERE’S NOTHING YOU CAN DO. WAS THEN I FINALLY NOTICED; IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.
IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE AND THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO DO. THERE’S A CLOUD OVER MY HEAD AND LIKE I SAID IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.
I BOUGHY A RAFFLE TICKET AND DON’T YOU KNOW I WON SOME MONEY. I WAS FEELING GOOD, LIFE IN THE HOOD WAS JUST A BOWL OF HONEY. A MAN WITH A GUN TOOK THE MONEY AND RAN, WAS FINALLY THEN I FINALLY NEW, IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.
IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO DO. THERE’S A CLOUD OVER MY HEAD AND LIKE I SAID, IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.
I HAD A DREAM I WAS DYING, THERE WAS GLORY IN THE SKY. I THOUGHT I SAW AN ANGEL; SHE TOLD ME I COULD FLY. I SAID IT’S WAY TOO HOT. SHE SAID I COULD ROT. WAS THEN I FINALLY NOTICED; IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE.
IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE, THERE’S NOTHING LEFT TO DUE. THERE’S A CLOUD OVER MY HEAD AND LIKE I SAID, IT WAS TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

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CANDYMAN

CANDY MAN

FOURTEEN YEARS OLD AND SHE BEGINS TO THINK SHE’S GROWN. SO, SHE SNEAKS OUT WHENEVER SHE CAN, GOING TO MAKE IT ON HER OWN. HE FINDS HER ON THE INTERNET, HITS HER UP, TELLS HER TO MAKE A CALL. BEFORE THIS IS ALL OVER, SHE’S HEADED FOR A FALL. HE’S DONE THIS BEFORE; HE MAKES IT GO DOWN WITHOUT A HITCH. THE POOR GIRL IS BATTERED, LUCKY SHE DIDN’T END UP IN A DITCH.

CANDY MAN, CANDY MAN, YOU HAVE A HEART DARKER THAN A BLACK HOLE. A PERVERTED MIND AND A ROTTEN SOUL. YOU’RE SO EVIL THAT YOU WOULD MAKE THE DEVIL FLINCH. YOU HURT EVERYONE YOU MEET, LIIKE SOME KIND OF PERVERTED GRINCH.

GAY RIGHTS WITH PRIDE, WELL YOU HAVE A POINT BUT NOT WHEN HE’S NINE YEARS OLD AND YOU OFFER HIM A JOINT. THEY MADE YOU A BOY SCOUT LEADER, IS THAT SOME KIND OF JOKE? YOU STARE AT HIM WITH STALLETO EYES AND OFFER HIM ANOTHER TOKE. FINALY, YOU GET HIM WHERE YOU WANT HIM, ALL ALONE IN SOME DARK HALL. WHEN IT’S ALL OVER YOU’VE NAILED HIS INNOCENSE TO THE WALL.

CANDY MAN, CANDY MAN, YOU HAVE A HEART DARKER THAN A BLACK HOLE. A PERVERTED MIND AND A ROTTEN SOUL. YOU’RE SO EVIL THAT YOU WOULD MAKE THE DEVIL FLINCH. YOU HURT EVERYONE YOU MEET, LIKE SOME KIND OF PERVERTED GRINCH.

STEALING INNOCENSE, WELL THAT’S JUST WHAT YOU DO. DEALING WITH SEX SLAVES TO YOU IS NOTHING NEW. SO, YOU GRAB YOUR VAN AND GO OUT ON THE PROWL. BEFORE THE EVENING IS OVER, YOU’LL HEAR THE CHILDREN HOWL. YOU LURE THEM IN WITH CANDY, AND A BAG FULL OF TRICKS. UNLEASHING HELL ON EARTH, IS THAT HOW YOU GET YOUR KICKS?

CANDY MAN, CANDY MAN, YOU HAVE A HEART DARKER THAN A BLACK HOLE. A PERVERTED MIND AND A ROTTEN SOUL. YOU’RE SO EVIL THAT YOU WOULD MAKE THE DEVIL FLINCH. YOU HURT EVERYONE YOU MEET LIKE SOME KIND OF PERVERTED GRINCH.

YOU BETTER HOPE THEY NEVER CATCH YOU, THEY’LL PAY YOU BACK IN SPADES. YOU’LL END UP IN A CELL, AND IT WILL BE YOUR INNOCENSE THAT FADES. LIFE WITHOUT PAROLE, WELL THAT’S A HEAVY PRICE. THE WAY THAT THEY’LL TREAT YOU IN JAIL WILL BE ANYTHING BUT NICE. AND WHEN YOUR LIFE IS OVER, IT’S THEN YOU’LL PAY THE COST. WITH YOU THERE IS NO MERCY, YOUR SOUL IT WILL BE LOST.

CANDY MAN, CANDY MAN, YOU HAVE A HEART DARKER THAN A BLACK HOLE. A PERVERTED MIND AND A ROTTEN SOUL. YOUR SO EVIL THAT YOU WOULD MAKE THE DEVIL FLINCH. YOU HURT EVERYONE YOU MEET, LIKE SOME KIND OF PERVERTED GRINCH.

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Mc BREAKFAST CLUB

THE Mc BREAKFAST CLUB

IN NJNETEEN EIGHTY-FIVE THEY MADE A MOVIE CALLED “THE BREAKFAST CLUB”, IT WAS ALL THE RAGE. IT WAS ALL ABOUT A BUNCH OF TEENAGERS COMING OF AGE.
THEY WERE OVERWHELMED BY THIER PROBLEMS EVEN THOUGH THIER LIFE HADN’T EVEN STARTED. IT WAS THE TRIVIAL THINGS IN THIER LIFE THAT HAD THEM DOWN HEARTED.
THEY WERE THROWN TOGETHER IN DETENTION AND SOMEHOW FOUND SOME KIND OF MEANING TO LIFE. IT WAS THE START OF ADULT THINKING THAT WAS RELIEVING THIER STRIFE.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT A DIFFERENT BREAKFAST CLUB, IT’S TO BE FOUND AT THE END OF THE ROAD. IT’S FULL OF PEOPLE WHO THIER ENTIRE LIVES CARRIED THE LOAD.
I’M TALKING ABOUT McDONALDS’, YOU CAN SEE THEM COME STROLLING IN ABOUT SIX. THEY ALL HAVE A STORY TO TELL, THEY ALL HAVE TAKEN THIER LICKS. IT’S A CROSS SECTION OF HOW LIFE USED TO BE, IN THE LAND OF THE BRAVE AND HOME OF THE FREE.

IF YOU LIVE IN A SMALL TOWN YOU’LL SEE THE FARMERS, COME WALKING IN.
THEY TALK ABOUT WHAT FARMERS DO AND ASK EACH OTHER, HOW YOU BEEN? THEY HAVE THIER TRACKTOR HATS ON AND THIER BIB OVERHAULS TOO.
MOST ARE TOO OLD TO WORK, THEY DON’T HAVE MUCH TO DO. ONE HAS AN OLD CAR THAT HE’S TRYING TO SELL. HIS FRIEND TELLS HIM THAT HIS WIFE ISN’T FEELING TOO WELL. THE MAN SITTING IN THE CORNER HAS A TRACTOR THAT HE’S TRYING TO FIX. THEN THERE’S THIS GUY DOING NOTHING, HE JUST WANTS TO BE IN THE MIX.
THEY ALL DREAM OF A SIMPLER PLACE AND TIME
WHEN THE PHONES ALL HAD CORDS AND A PAYPHONE COST A DIME.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT A DIFFERENT BREAKFAST CLUB, IT’S TO BE FOUND AT THE END OF THE ROAD. IT’S FULL OF PEOPLE WHO THIER ENTIRE LIVES CARRIED THE LOAD. I’M TALKING ABOUT McDONALDS’, YOU CAN SEE THEM COME STROLLING IN ABOUT SIX.
THEY ALL HAVE A STORY TO TELL, THEY ALL HAVE TAKEN THIER LICKS. IT’S A CROSS SECTION OF HOW LIFE USED TO BE, IN THE LAND OF THE BRAVE AND HOME OF THE FREE.

IF YOU LIVE IN THE BIG CITY THE STORY IS STILL THE SAME. THEY WANDER IN EARLY AND THE GIRL BEHIND THE COUNTER KNOWS THIER NAME. THERE’S ALWAYS SOMEONE THERE FIVE MINUTES BEFORE THEY OPEN. TIMES ARE HARD FOR HIM BUT FOR A BETTER LIFE HE’S HOPIN’. THERE’S CENTURYS OF WISDOM SITTING AT THESE TABLES.
THERE’S THE BRIGHT, THE DIM AND SOME OF THEM ARE DISABLED. SEEMS LIKE EVERYONE HAS A POINT THAT THEY’RE TRYING TO MAKE. THEY ALL SAY THE WORLD IS CHANGING TOO FAST AND IT’S MORE THAN THEY CAN TAKE.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT A DIFFERENT BREAKFAST CLUB, IT’S TO BE FOUND AT THE END OF THE ROAD. IT’S FULL OF PEOPLE WHO THIER ENTIRE LIVES CARRIED THE LOAD. I’M TALKING ABOUT McDONALDS’, YOU CAN SEE THEM COME STROLLING IN ABOUT SIX. THEY ALL HAVE A STORY TO TELL, THEY ALL HAVE TAKEN THIER LICKS. IT’S A CROSS SECTION OF HOW LIFE USED TO BE, IN THE LAND OF THE BRAVE AND HOME OF THE FREE.

SO, THIS McBREAKFAST CLUB IS FOR THOSE IN THE SUNSET OF THIER LIFE.
THEY TALK ABOUT BEING A WIDOW OR A HUSBAND OR A WIFE. THEY STARTED OUT LONG AGO LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO BELIEVE IN. THEY FOUND OUT LATE IN LIFE THAT MOST PEOPLE ARE DECEIVIN’.
MOST WERE LOOKING FOR SOME KIND OF MEANING IN LIFE AND THEY FOUND IT IN JESUS. HE’S TRUE TO HIS WORD AND HE PROMISED THAT HE WOULD NEVER LEAVE US. SO THEY SIT BACK AND SMILE AS THEY DREAM OF AN EARLIER TIME, WHEN LIFE STILL MADE SENSE AND A CUP OF COFFEE COST A DIME.

LET ME TELL YOU ABOUT A DIFFERENT BREAKFAST CLUB, IT’S TO BE FOUND AT THE END OF THE ROAD. IT’S FULL OF PEOPLE WHO THIER ENTIRE LIVES CARRIED THE LOAD. I’M TALKING ABOUT McDONALDS’. YOU CAN SEE THEM COME STROLLING IN ABOUT SIX. THEY ALL HAVE A STORY TO TELL, THEY ALL HAVE TAKEN THIER LICKS. IT’S A CROSS SECTION OF HOW LIFE USED TO BE, IN THE LAND OF THE BRAVE AND HOME OF THE FREE.

Best Poems Written by William Burke

THESE ARE THE GOOD OLD DAYS

CAT AND MOUSE

IF THIS OLD HOUSE COULD TALK

POT OF GOLD

GREY WIDOW SPIDER

A MOTH TO A FLAME

OVER THE RAINBOW

TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE

CANDYMAN

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