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Run on the pavement,
not on the loose rocks,
so you can avoid receiving
the small stones in your sox.

You're the man.
You're the best,
except for Adam,
who went West.
Adam West then
was an actor playing Batman.
These crazy words,
ring in my ear.
Join me now,
have a beer.
Off we go,
into the rain.
Help me here,
I can't explain,
why I write
out words.
Weird they are.
Are you sure
this is my car?
It is yours,
told you before.
Here you are,
asking for more.

Why do we call
a knife a blade"
We can hone a blade,
meaning to sharpen, too.
I'm not sure about me
and I wonder about you.

Words can be soft
and words can be hard.
Hey! All you kids,
get out of my yard.

Tall ones,
short ones,
older ones too.
There was no attraction
until I met you.

Saturday night,
a new dance at the Grange.
Always the same music,
always a Square Dance.
Put on fresh clothes,
go look for romance.
Many young women,
older ladies too.
What was a young man,
supposed to now do,
but dance, dance and
dance some more,
until you had danced
a hole in the floor.

Why does daughter
sound like Otter?
Why does laughter
sound like after?

Time to go.
Time to say,
goodnight.
My eyes are
drooping now,
as lids start
to shutter,
back to bed soon
as I began to mutter.

I have written of words
and the role, which they play.
Words are only loose letters,
which we have in array.
Funny, the words,
we use every day;
Let's use an example.
Port is a word
used on a Sea coast.
In Latin it means, gate or door
or portal, an entrance.
Port, when used at Sea,
means your left,
it's plain to see.
Port, in the Navy
is always colored red,
or the color of wine.
Port can also mean to carry.
To carry or port, this object to me.

There once was a place,
which served the best food.
The quality of theirs's, measured
by the number of napkins used.
The quality of hamburger,
juiciest ones you see.
Oh, by the way,
the napkins were free.

A younger version of me today,
said, " when I get older and grey,
I will learn how to play,
this guitar, still in its case.
Now here I am, "old and grey",
with the guitar still in place,
while my arthritic fingers are sore,
and have difficulty playing a score.
Procrastination, is never a good thing,
fortunately for you I can't sing.

May what ever thoughts,
remain in my head,
unless they are specific
and need to be said.