Has decreased in value and worth.
The advice given was not acceptible.
Experts could not convince them…
Methods outdated
Were deflating any interest in their purpose.
But still they could not believe…
Beautiful flowers
Can not grow amongst
The nurturing of weeds.
And methods their grandparents used,
Had long been mothballed!
And still there is a pleading,
To have more meetings
To find ways ‘they’ accept…
To save crops ‘they’ say are precious!
With raisins, dried pineapple bits…And cranberries.The roasted cashews are over priced.I replaced them with Brazil,The shells were so thick…I got tired of cracking them into bits.I tried to go without.As I walked about with nothing to munch.I prefer a quick snack,Over a fast food lunch.Apples and bananas also satisfy.Or strips of carrots and celery…To make…
I am there to give it my all.Not just there to play ball,For thrills.At bat…I’m not thinking of just getting to first base,To stare at faces!At bat…I’m there to hit homeruns.And that’s that!In any season…I come prepared.Whether or not I foul out.I come prepared…At bat…To hit homeruns!‘And…You’re OUT! ‘Well…At least I do come prepared.
Remember that time,You said to yourself…‘I wish I could just scream? ‘Do it!Scratch that off of your wish list!‘I’m so sick of the same routine! ‘Comments like this…You can now store among your memoirs!Chances are you are finding ‘that’As a complaint.Not today.‘You would think I was the only one in the office!They act as if…
I like it!Baby you’ve got me so hot!I like it a lot.Baby when you touch me,I seem to sizzle on a grill overheated.Baby when we smooch…I feel my booty goosed!And I get woosie like I’m boozed.I am that flare you send right there.Eeeeooow!Baby you’ve got me…So hot.I like it!Baby you’ve got me so hot!I like…
Uncommonly flow!The moans from suburbia,Continue to grow.With closures of hopes.Where neighbors known,No longer roam.Between boys playing street ball.Or giggling girls jumping rope!Blocks of homes foreclosed.Shattered dreams are heard,From the silence that occurs.And children sensitive…Shorten their Christmas lists.With hopes that mommy and daddy,Can keep them all together.Regardless of their homelessness.
You might find you are still too busy,Not listening!Yet wondering whose lifeYou’ve been living and giving,All your time to!And IF it is realized…Neither one of you have spent any time at all,Understanding with comprehension.Who it is you are trying to please!And what it is you’ve learned,About wasting time on others who can’t see…The misery and…
