“I’m not a writer,” he said, “not a real one.  If I were a real writer I could pour whiskey in one end and shit novels out the other.”  From the diary of Ray Travis.

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“In retrospect,” he said, “I think that Mr. Black Widow got the better part of the deal.”

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Epitaph of the Common Man

He was born.
He accomplished nothing of significance.
He died.

If I have learned nothing else, it is that Thoreau was right.

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Working Title, Part 2

(refrain)
I believe in Jesus,
He led me to you,
But your body’s unfaithful
And your heart is untrue.

I believe in Jesus,
He showed me the light
How I work every day
And your gone every night.

I believe in Jesus,
I don’t mean to complain,
But how can I live
With a life filled with pain?

Mary, oh Mary,
How do you do,
Can we spend a few minutes
Up in your room?

Mary, oh Mary,
Please help with my pain,
Cause I suffer from a love
That’s destroying my brain.

Mary, oh Mary,
God loves you and me,
Won’t you show me how much
While you’re down on your knees.

I believe in Jesus,
He gives me a smile,
Cause I haven’t seen her
For a very long while.

Yes, I buried her body
Just over the hill,
A dangerous thing
Is a love unfulfilled.

Mary, oh Mary,
So kind and so true,
The rest of my days
I’ll spend loving you.

The soldiers have come
To hang me today,
But I’m waiting for Jesus
To take me away.

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Working Title

First verse:
I believe in Jesus
He led me to you,
But your body is unfaithful,
And your heart is untrue.

Second verse:
I need to start bringing my digital voice recorder in the shower with me.
Stand by for updates.

Ideas?  Opinions?  Feedback?

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Anniversary Poem

I wrote this for my wife, Malette, on our thirty-seventh wedding anniversary yesterday.

A lasting relationship,
as imperfect as it may be,
transcends mere love,
to form a bond that is stronger,
and is linked inevitably
to our mutual destiny.

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I almost cut my hair

I thought about cutting my hair and beard, but that would be unfair to all the fans I don’t have yet.

Addendum: As a gift to my wife upon her return from a trip in April to see the grandkids, I did shave off my beard. The wonderful thing about hair is that it grows back.

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