Topic: God is in the details.... | |
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What about that one thing you always eat that reminds you of home. For me, smiling face cookies you can only get a Giant, with the big chocolate eyes. My mom used to come home with three just for her girls.
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coffee...with a hint of cinnimon
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Happiness and contentment.
With oneself. To have a peaceful spirit. Doesn't get any simplier than that! Thanksgiving at moms house oooh yeah!!! good coffee .... and yes the great beauty that surrounds us that we take for granted everyday. |
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Happiness and contentment. With oneself. To have a peaceful spirit. Doesn't get any simplier than that! Thanksgiving at moms house oooh yeah!!! good coffee .... and yes the great beauty that surrounds us that we take for granted everyday. |
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Edited by
Peccy
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Sat 02/21/09 09:50 AM
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you gonna pass me some of that, or hog it all night
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....let's talk about simple things. Drinking hot chocolate on a cold day. |
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Laying in the cool grass and clover, watching clouds and describing what it looked like to each other. Then guessing.
Barefoot all summer, running the streets like a wild pack, until long after dark. Playing Hide-and-go-Seek w/ that pack. The way my brother, Kevin, would protect me unfailingly, my hero. Me and Kevin, taking long, long, endless hikes that turned into picnics and great adventures. My brother pumping me on his bike to the library, the smell of those books. Kevin, and I, up all night under the covers and telling one another long yarns we spun. Walking to school, and back. Playing forever and a day at/in the bayou on the way home. Long baths w/ my favourite books and music. All summer at the pool and beach, never dry. How summer went on forever. My new cigar box, full of my new supplies, the night before the new grade's first day of school. School, loved it always in all ways. Sunday night television w/ my family. All the critters that I nursed in my room, after all the boys would shoot them. My 1st clinic. Too many funerals in my yard. My Mom's birthday cakes and mashed potatoes. Oh, and her full-on, tactile octopus ways. It has been these 39 years now, since I experienced her physical presence ... Cut it... |
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whoot whoot
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Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream.
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily, Life is but a dream. Life is but a dream----------------------- |
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This cup of herbal tea is pretty darn Godly.
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So am I, if I do say so meself ...
Well, someone had to do it ... |
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Hear, hear. Ya' know, last night I had a dream that I was playing tennis with David Lee Roth. What can that mean?
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That you are pretty damn good playah ...
... and not just the guitar, yo... |
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...and I somehow managed to win $40 but I gave Dave 20 cuz' I felt bad for beating him.(lol)
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....let's talk about simple things. It's not always that simple. |
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Cuz ya felt bad for cheatin' ...
Listen, Kev, I gotta ... GOTTA play this song again! Think I've spun it 50 times today. I am just wailing it. Let it go on and set ya free, mate! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=530Hqoamf3Q&feature=related GOD - it turns me on !!! Gratitune ... |
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Thats definately a gratitune. Yes, a baby was born,stay off those towers...don't eat the brown acid.....the New York Freeway's closed, man. Maybe if we think really hard we can stop this rain.
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Bring the target to you ...
And watch out for that yellow snow ... |
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Ya' know...never heard that song before.
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