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If ya wanna win, ya sticks yer neck out and hope no one chops it off. :)
And you go where angels fear to tread.

Our Miss Feather's
so angelic
a heavenly treat
awwwww . . .
ain't she sweet!!! . . . .;-)
rim 8/25/05

Goodnight Miss Feather and Fellow Lairites . . . see you tomorrow.

Not my post. But I thought this poem was worth sharing.

When I was young, my Dad would say
Come on, Son let's go out and play
Sometimes it seems like yesterday

And I'd climb up the closet shelf
When I was all by myself
Grab his hat and fix the brim
Pretending I was him

No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say good-bye

He always took care of Mom and me.
We all cut down a Christmas tree
He always had some time for me

Wind blows through the trees
Streetlights, they still shine bright
Most things are the same
But I miss my Dad tonight

I walked by a Salvation Army store
Saw a hat like my daddy wore
Tried it on when I walked in
Still trying to be like him

No matter how hard I try
No matter how many tears I cry
No matter how many years go by
I still can't say good-bye

I miss you, Dad.

11 posted on 08/26/2005 12:13:19 AM EDT by Marauder (You can't stop sheep-killing predators by putting more restrictions on the sheep.)
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Our Hope and Glory
likes to rhyme
she takes a theme
throws in a chime
I've seen her do it many a time

Make little poems
with a beat to boot
Hope struts her stuff
like a Guinea bird
oooops sorry now
I'm being absurd...

Cute poem thanks much.