Orphaned Poem #1

	AMAZON Hot Flanks, majordomo of none other than famed Hippolyta Endures the hostile, playful jab of an Argive spear. Find among the men one who fears pain, and mock his wound. The sun sets red in the West too soon.

Rock-a-Bye Baby

"Arjuna Said..."

From "The Song Divine"

Eureka!

Whirley Bird!

God is great, and thank you everybody just for being.  The cycle of life and death continues (bye, Michael; hello, Dorothy Anne!), but the rest of us are still here -- we keep on trucking.

Keeping it real while the realness keeps me, and getting back up whenever I trip and fall.  Dig it, dignity-bashers!

"Do what you feel in your heart to be right, for you'll be criticized anyway." - Eleanor Roosevelt (...and keep on the lookout for that constructive criticism -- nay-saying followed by a helpful hint or starting-again point. It's out there!)

Mom's Mums, September 2016

Sia - The Greatest

I've got stamina.

Hey!

DAMN, CRACKER, WATCHUDOIN' TWEAKIN ALL THE TIME?