the guy driving the bus
or the lady selling donuts?
the blue sky is what i mean.
now September near the middle;
that's my dad on the fiddle by the way.
rolling out a little joy. carry on,
play that tune, a little while.
poetry - jack sender - all of my life
the guy driving the bus
or the lady selling donuts?
the blue sky is what i mean.
now September near the middle;
that's my dad on the fiddle by the way.
rolling out a little joy. carry on,
play that tune, a little while.
the cement crew will wrap to part.
won't break my heart. Meri also has had her fill.
thanks now give us our privacy.
don't need other people noise;
good job now, by boys.
be sure to take all your toys.
i weigh the same as i did ten years ago - 193
and i look exactly ten years older.
how about some pizza?
coffee is right this day. more so than usual.
today i am reading about the u.s. west
two hundred years ago adventurous times.
tough travel without roads.
forests and plains twenty horsemen,
a wagon and a cook, moving a thousand cattle
fifteen miles a day tough times rough going