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Granny's Song

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GRANNY’S SONG

When I was a young girl, my granny held me on her knee
She used to tell me stories about our great country

Stories about the riggin’ men and the cowboys true
About the winters so cold, turn your fingers blue

She taught me right from wrong, to be good to everyone
And to never leave a chore alone, until it has been done

Sometimes I could ride a horse, or go in a pickup truck
I thought that nobody else had ever had such luck

She would sing of the river red, and how she would long
For the range, and her man, my granddaddy, who was so strong

Happy Birthday, Alison Mary!

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Happy Birthday!

Here they are once again, Missy and Patsy, the Pelegrino Girls!

Hey...just so you know..this is the our first gig for our "Hey Patsy,I Gotta Feelin' We Ain't in Bayonne Anymore" tour. Our cousin Angie DiMaggio asked us to do this song, and we love this...Aunty Andrea forgot ...she's always forgettin' somethin' you know? Well this is a birthday present for a friend of ours...shoulda been done last week, but that's what we gotta deal with, huh?

so...for our good friend and Aunt who lives all the way over in Australia, Happy Birthday Aunt Alison Mary

Songs I Never Heard - Who's Your favorite designer?

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The Cowboy in a Pink Armani Suit

How I wished this truly was a Song I Never Heard. My Mom used to play country music all the time while ironing, and teaching me to iron. Oh my such simple times. And such simple minded songs. This was a favorite, along with other Marty Robbins Songs. Though somehow I don't think this is quite what he had in mind. LOL

Somewhere Between Purgatory and Hell

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Somewhere Between Purgatory And Hell

The world that you know is a cruel one.
It is full of pain and despair and hope.

I listen for that is what I do.
Tell me your tales so that I may forget them.
I will tell you what you want to hear.
Then I will tell you the truth.

The truth shall hurt you as it hurts us all.
Hurt tells us we are alive and whole.
That feeling of euphoria is but an illusion of pixels.
Pixels of fantasies and electronic adrenaline.

Wheelchair

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WHEELCHAIR

Quietly it sits in a corner, no movement can it make
But when you sit, go outside, the world begins to shake

When you come near, some people, they would balk
As if they had seen some fright, like Carroll’s jabawac

If they knew you, as all who do, and I am no exception
They would take another look, and love upon reflection

Why do some, when they see, someone different than their own self
Stick them into a box, and put them on a shelf

My dear friend, don’t be sad, if someone turns from thee

Frosti the Snowgirl

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Frosti the Snowgirl

by mittfh

 

Copyright © 2010 Ben Norwood.

Creative Commons License

Blame Angela Rasch for the inspiration behind this! In response to my earlier blog post about the creators of a snow sculpture being persuaded by the local plod to cover up her 'assets', she quipped:
"What if there's some magic in that old silk bra they found? What if, when they put it on her, she began to dance around?"

So of course I couldn't resist the temptation to play with that song... and the few small changes had the side-effect of loading it with innuendo, thus making it appear far less innocent than the original!

I Am The Sum Of All Of Me

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I Am The Sum Of All Of Me
by Barbara Lynn Terry

Friday, June 02, 2006

Rated "G" by the Author.

There are those who are the sum of their parents; their attitudes, their genealogy, as well as their physical attributes. Then there are those of us, who are just the sum of being an individual.

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