That friends put the givers name on to get back, Why do you anever see those lovely hifts given from your heart again, I wrote this to a friend, I got back a few poems, A picture or two, She took my dvd’s to goodwill some I had yet yo see! Hello,question why is itContinue reading “Gifts”
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Going down to forty-eight tonight
Notrhern Iowa’s cutting silage , Dome farmers appear to do nothing til after Thanksgiving Buchanan County and Fayette the corns done, but nary a farmer seems concern, Do they see the night temps! I’m wondering if it’s time I shut my windiws for the season.
HMO’s are garbage
But to change it I loose money for food, If I go to the emergency room,they cover my insursurance, But I have no say where I go or who I see, Except for my chiropractor! In a perfect world treating the guy who bought most of my cats food last month would not by theContinue reading “HMO’s are garbage”
Fifty degrees
No tapering off heat in Iowa One minute over one hundred , Next fifty, Its twelve fifteen, Got to rise turn off fans, To damn cold to have them pn, Fifteen cats on me for warmth
Stll love Ben
Baby Ben is having a bought of diarreha its in my shorts, Adirning my black sweatshirt, Still love him, But not the poop!
Perfect rest
Not sleep, We always sleep, In fall, Things are cooler, Smells filled with fall, Sleep is blissful, Organic, Hear horror gone, I here babues waiting to go see their momma, Hungry for her milk Six twenty three, Three kitten babies fill my lap, Love this ,
Sixty-three now heading to fofty-five
Feels.delughtful freezing ince mire, Off to the.kut hwn seeking.kuttensfalling asleep with.babues near is wonderful, Hope your eest.is.outstanding as.well,
Storm
If you just dumped the tub used tor recycling? Its likely! It’s probable there’s water on the chair, Look before.y9u sit, I forgot, And the chair was satuated, My pants.are.now.nearly dry, It was.cold water,
OLDER still rise,
Mamage, Low crawl, Still rise, Dirt on mu leg, Fell hard, Fell thrue, Fell down, Will hurt tomorrow,, For.sire, Dor sure!
Giant lesbian are like,
Mighty Oaks, In the wood, When no one near, No one hears us scream! Look out below! No one seem to care when the giant lesbian screams!’ Out of my way!
Val Whitewolf 