TxRad
Dirty Old Man
- Joined
- Jan 13, 2005
- Posts
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I never know
whether to nod politely
and smile,
offer a handshake
or just give in
and offer hugs
and kisses.
We go through life
looking under rocks
and staring at the water
beneath the bridge.
Wait, there's a flower
thinking it is spring.
And the day turns
as does the week,
month and season.
There is no such thing
as an infrequent friend.
Just friends seen
infrequently.
Well, I'll be damned, them Kansas tornadoes finally spit you back out. I told Molly they couldn't digest all that bull.



