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{July 8, 2011}   Swingin’ By

I am not a very emotional person. By emotional, I mean the “lovey-dovey, strawberries and cream” kind of emotion, although I do have my moments. Yet, sometimes I am faced with words I must put to paper. Almost as if the words are slapping me saying “I will win, so you might as well get up and write this story so you can get some sleep.” Yea, sounds like tons of fun, doesn’t it?

So here goes. I literately dreamed this poem. Although, in the dream it was a song, I was surrounded by cowboys that looked like Brett Michaels and Vince Neil . . . (yes,Marina. . . I know, the hair), all on horseback, doing a reality TV show about “real cowboys”. Seriously. And let me tell you, if you think having a song stuck in your head is bad, try having a song that doesn’t exist stuck in your head. Now that, my friends, is a pain in the ass.                                  

Now that I have left you with the image of Motley Crue’s lead singer on horseback, did I mention the cowboy hats? OH, and “Cowboy Troy” was there as well . . . the only black cowboy I know. Here is the result of my mind’s never ending imagination. It doesn’t always make sense, but at least there are hot guys, huh?

 

                                                         A friend comes when called.

                                                 A better friend calls to see how you are.

                                       But the greatest of friends, aww . . the greatest of friends

                                                       Swing by – just in case.

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Thank you all for swingin’ by.

Until Next Time . . . PEACE

AJ

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Awww ….

you should expland on that song.

The hots were icing!! What are you eating before bed?!?!



Oh, I have no idea what I ate. But I always dream like this….silly stuff…everynight, something new…OH and the Brett M dude, pointed his finger at something and he freakin’ points JUST like my ex!!!! Which is very distinctive….he ALWAYS points with his middle finger…

Funny-the things you remember.

thing is I am so NOT a poet OR a song writer!!! but I was singing that all day….I wish I could express the music part of it!!



You know it- the real friends never forget where you live, or your number, or your triggers…



So true, my friend.



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