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A Week of Weak hurt, pain, needles and nurses thank god no heavenly versus the surgery when well but oh what a smell i wanted to run before they were done but the door was locked and me in my socks i did become religious might just be litigious i do love the pills for temporary thrillsdaughter had minor surgery, with love clif
Adeline the farm near the river i so well remember a place full of trees we climbed with such ease the cousins danced and sang aunt adeline headed the gang the hokey-pokey was the one always a home run uncle gene was always able to show the children his stable horses, fun and strudel always the whole caboodle god parents most kind a nice frame of mind for family is the sail that helps along the trailfor my aunt
Peggy's World a time to relax play time to the max the shadows of work have faded the hills are now invaded the guests sit by the pool no thoughts of school dreaming of life and time with the wife they walk along the creek holding hands and dare not speak for the holiday has been great it is getting quite late peggy has created the place with love out of lace and grace it is hard for the guests to leave a haven so well conceivedsister-in-law has weekend retreats in Wimberley, Texas
Kathy a friend most kind i have on my mind is oh so sweet i wish you to meet the child is gone danny on the lawn deer at her feet it is so neat christine is perfection a vision for my refection a family so kind to keep me in mind the years have gone i lay on my lawn thinking of the past wishing they would last
You deserve better a word said came out and spread it makes me red for what was bled in my head there is much to dread i lay in bed and feel like lead
Fierce Battle hunting is the name deer is the game i sit for hours looking at flowers a sound i hear it is very near i envision a buck but no such luck it is but a sparrow i adjust my sombrero he looks quite mean and is very lean so i lower my gun for the day is done i prepare the stories of all my gloriesi'm going hunting
The Noisy Christmas elves in my yard all with green cards singing all night long i hate christmas songs through the door pajamas i wore i plead for peace to have the noise cease the elf's high chief offers me relief by singing and dancing without me asking the reindeer put on a show dancing in the snow the elves join in i relent with a grin vey! quickly instead a letter i draft of all my wishes for more christmas riches the elves are now gone it is nearly dawn surrounded by my toys i smile with much joy
Raining sounds outside sea birds fly silently by Jessica sleepingnephew in Japan, his birthday haiku. Jessica is 4 months old
Karate Kid there was a home in a sea of foam for baby is cooking and so good-looking so sing to him and dance your whim the time is near so smile with cheer be kind to the boy for he gives such joy for never will he chop someone in the throat...nephew said he would only teach his expectant boy karate, to kill someone by chopping them in the throat...
Polar Bear of age A much loved animal a creature most casual a birthday is upon him he's out for a swim the seals do worry he's now in the slurry approaching most shy with love in his eye the boy that is a bear has combed his hair wishing for a date is now on his plateGrandson's 15th birthday poem, parents call him bear, wife got him a polar bear birthday card. I wrote the poem... They call me "grumpy Clif"
TooToo's Birthday onto the wind to which we send happy birthday tunes with flowers and balloons the fishes and birds have heard the word that cartwheels in the sand are much in demand booboo has struck and has gone amuck a poem did write for your delightyounger sister's birthday poem, every year on her birthday she take a picture of herself doing a cartwheel
Seventy more it's never too late so pick up your gate seventy might seem great but never to your mate The children are grown and have their own a teacher by trade a home you made the friends are there parading on the square marching to a beat you in the front seat a birthday is to celebrate a time to demonstrate the fulfillment of living with thoughts of giving "yes I want more presents"older Sister's birthday poem
Grandma's Baby A baby came into the world like a flower which unfurled a person named Nelly Jane into a home which she would reign it will be up to grandma without any drama to spoil the child as her right with candy, drums, and a kite
Shirt Poor I was once shirt poor a lady came and I am no more she continues to be kind so now I must decline for I have no space in which to embrace the true and honest generosity offered with such ferocity I am truly thankful for now shirts are ample I wish proudly to convey the shirts are now on displayTo a friend for sending me a lot of shirts
Smile penguin toes is celebrating a birthday in which she is negating my vision of a child expert in great big smiles what is this? she still sings songs lasting all year long with a smile on her face for all to embraceGranddaughter's 12th birthday card, "penguin toes" was her nick-name she picked for herself (at my request)
tick-tock Jennifer the evening came late it was half past eight. tick-tock jennifer a beautiful soul, of my charge, it was my goal to keep her on time especially in her prime tick-tock jennifer now forty-seven I am in heaven, and built a shrine for tick-tock jennifer was now on timeDaughter's birthday poem.. as you can guess
Hallelujah A friend from down under "aw-soop" got turned around up near the ground was so profound as to resound hallelujah! my name is now poos-wa"Poos-wa is the name I call friends (which is everyone)..., picked this up from a Marine buddy in 1974, I have no idea what it means"
Elephant McDuff With great big feet and mighty ears, elephant McDuff I wish you to meet He has no home but he has no need for he is my friend, so we let him be he dances by day and sleeps at night for me a joy to watch him play so take care of him when I'm not around my dear friend elephant McDuffMy first try
The Birthday Bride about the bride the one I pride she had my heart from the very start the moment she was born it as all trumpets and horns to celebrate the day for all to play she holds her head high to look you in the eye it is the truth she speaks which gives me the creeps the smile is honey the laughter most funny I honor the ground on where she is found she is all a flutter so I must not utter her birthday wishes are for more kisses what was to be a surprise will be my demise a birthday chore so i was out the door to find what she desires a frying pan she admires I failed in my quest I did my best the pan is missing so i give more kissing some dancing was requested but i got arrested the dance was for her i stood at the door not a stitch was worn as when i was born the law understands the trouble i will land if her present is not right it must be tonight cozy is the jail i hope to make bail the heart does warm so i weather the storm if she has a birthday most kind with me on her mind then my time does learn how her happiness to earn not with things and critters to make her glitter but a birthday of joy from her little cowboyMy wife's birthday poem