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I need a desk.
I need a lamp.
I need an envelope,
with a postage stamp.

Have you ever seen a Frog,
do a back flip?
Neither have I, but
let me give you a tip.

Frogs do not like to be
suspended in space,
for if they are they
become green in the face.

Be it bad luck,
or be it just chance,
I was never accepted,
when asking someone to dance.

I sprinted towards
the top of the hill.
If I didn't do it,
no one else will.

Waxing and waning,
poling a raft.
I'm asking a question,
Do you think I'm daft?

Jumping on the Frick frack,
climbing up the trees,
searching, ever searching,
for the bee's knees.

Driving North, with a shipmate,
on our way to the Yakima Valley.
My old friend, Virgil, is from Grandview.
He had purchased a Hudson Hornet,
a 4dr Sedan.

Driving North on highway 99. It was dark,
no ambient light, no moon, or stars.
Pitch black and driving fast. When a fuse blew
and we had no lights, Nada, Zilch.

A funny thing occurs when it goes suddenly
dark and the realization you have lost the
sensation of movement.
Applying the brakes, thinking you have stopped,
and you haven't realized it. Exiting the car can
be interesting when your feet hit moving ground.
We finally fixed the fuse and were on our way.

The day prior to ,
the night before,
was yesterday,
or the day
before yesterday.
Oh, the sorrow,
no tomorrow.

Sitting in a bar, in Pendleton,
at the Silver Saddle Saloon,
when the door opens, and a man
rides a horse, into the room.

Now, a horse doesn't know how
to walk gently through a room
with tables and chairs, so
those items began to tumble,
all over the floor. The customers
scattered, to get away.

The horse kept on walking,
disappearing out the side door.
Patrons returned, set up the tables
and chairs, as if this were a regular
occurrence.
It was.

May your warts,
began to grow
until you're covered,
from head to toe.

Days zip by,
quicker than I think.
I'll say this now,
I need a shrink.

Who puts a word
like love, into play?
A four-letter word,
meaning, have a great day.

I can't say I love you,
because I'm a married man.
What does that mean?
I don't understand.

Looking in the mirror,
not sure what I see,
an old, wrinkled face,
looking back at me.