Needed Notes
The people that talk shit, and the people that eat shit, are the donkeys, and the monkeys on the backs of the people that like to talk. Haters that do not want to see you do good, because it would make their world look small, not happy for the gifts of joy and pleasures from a story or two about good times, bad times, life as we know it to share in this season.
The people that talk shit, and the people that eat shit, are the donkeys, and the monkeys on the backs of the people that like to talk. Haters that do not want to see you do good, because it would make their world look small, not happy for the gifts of joy and pleasures from a story or two about good times, bad times, life as we know it to share in this season.
Happy dazes again, peace and love by the seas, with a touch of understanding, with a hand out to forgive the sins of yesterday, the pain and the hurt created, the stories, the tips the tweets, the pictures of truths and honesty from one point of view. More than one view to share the mistakes, the misunderstanding, the lessons learned from the lasting impressions made in the past year or two, maybe a life time in the past.
Flip the coins, flip the cards, lessons for the poker players here and now, changes to the game in place. Dreams of a lifetime bigger than the mistakes of love and devotion, of a man and a woman, and the bumps in the road. Changes and chances are tools of the trades of the world, used a lot of time in ways different for the people that act on deeds of kindness or deeds for a personal agenda.
Friends, family and foes searches for love and life to start again, changes in place for a better class of people, writes and views altered to show changes in place, prayers and wishes for a new start, turning the page to a better impression to replace the ugly, bad, and twisted deeds and actions done when half dead. Undead and unstable is a state of mind for the vamps in the world.
My world with help for the sick, help for the lost and confused in the remains of veterans in a state of transit still. Pieces of the tales to share.
My world with help for the sick, help for the lost and confused in the remains of veterans in a state of transit still. Pieces of the tales to share.
New dawns, new mornings of peace and love to share, ways to be happy and gay for a lifetime, life without colors or labels for blacks and whites, turning the pages again and again on a better dazes.
Morning rainbows back to dreams, wishes, and prayers, granted to the lost, lonely, confused and lost, family, friends and foes, equal to pain and hurt, the same joys and happiness for the season. Seasons greetings, and may the best year yet, just part of the morning rainbows after the rain.
Happy dazes again for the 420 connected, and the growers with crops to move, notes to share, have pounds to move today. Could use a little help in that matter, and matters of the heart, and matters of dreams, hopes, and prayers, and help from Peter Pan and friends of yours? Seasons of joy and happiness to share forever. I cum in peace, I leave in joy for the season of happiness, forgiven and new faces to changes in place for the new year.
Records to break, sad songs to write, gifts of words to share of the joys and pains of the bumps in the road. Sad songs to sing to break the rounds of the records broken or not for the good times in the shades of blue, sands on the beach to count another day.
Morning rainbows back to dreams, wishes, and prayers, granted to the lost, lonely, confused and lost, family, friends and foes, equal to pain and hurt, the same joys and happiness for the season. Seasons greetings, and may the best year yet, just part of the morning rainbows after the rain.
Happy dazes again for the 420 connected, and the growers with crops to move, notes to share, have pounds to move today. Could use a little help in that matter, and matters of the heart, and matters of dreams, hopes, and prayers, and help from Peter Pan and friends of yours? Seasons of joy and happiness to share forever. I cum in peace, I leave in joy for the season of happiness, forgiven and new faces to changes in place for the new year.
Records to break, sad songs to write, gifts of words to share of the joys and pains of the bumps in the road. Sad songs to sing to break the rounds of the records broken or not for the good times in the shades of blue, sands on the beach to count another day.
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