Peanuts
Gene and Gertrude reflected,
on this wacky thing called life;
Acted as if rejected,
though truth ejected strife;
When the most that they could want for,
was one or two peanuts more.
Don't Dawdle
Lost my buddy yesterday, Today is quite a day, Happy to see it, Wish he could too. But now… Immediately so, He’s just a memory. If a man leaves a mark, though, Deep down in my being, A change upon my soul, Then his mark beats on, With me as I go. So today, I’ll gaze upon this day with some of his perspective, too. I’ll be brave enough for two. Do my best to stir another buddy’s soul anew.
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