Everyone deserves a poem,On their birthday;
Especially a Great-Grand Mom.
The day won't be complete,
Until my gift of,
Prose-in-ryhme is done.
There aren't many words,
That sound like,
The sweet name Hazel.
So, well, I'm glad your cake,
Was made with chocolate,
And not savory Basil.
Happy Birthday, Hazel.
Grape leaf. Sebastopol, CA
posted by The First Kisser at 12:22 PM
1 Comments:
you mean....be honest, cuz I'm so gullible. You still have your Great Grandma? Don't goof on me, now, Jeffrey.
My Parents have 12 Great-Grandchildren.
Do you read this? lol I usually send you personal email cause I'm so mistrustful. Old people are known for that, but one's life experience takes first rule on that, and ensuing experience tempre the nuances of where Trust will Go.
This is all so Deep, and I don't know why I say such things to you and a few others, because you blokes don't even respond to whatever ... whatevers you.
Okay, I do that too.
*smile.* I wanna meet Hazel and hash this out.
[oh...back to where I started:]
Can you convey to them [my/many Parents/Grand/Great GrandParents... the outrageously propitious Gift they possess?? [oops not possess...that lives among them? that attaches to them; giving Honor.] Can we bring the Grands - I mean, the Great Grandparents to a way of seeing how strong and great their gifts...? Does your sweet Hazel? Who needs poems with a glorious name like Hazel.
Eeeehah. Dang...a plant that stands alone in the forest. In the Forest Alone. Hazel. and Hazel Nut...smells so good, I think. Roots distilled will clear your skin of those summer maladies inflicted by mosquitos and no see-ums...that nervous acne...gonzo. shrink them hemorrhoids.
Is Hazel really your Great Grandmother?? Ma - or Pa- ternal?? (see how I take you seriously?? lol)
Now, you young boys need to take care of us Grammaas
in an honest and straightforward way. And that goes for Nephews too. lol lol lol lol
WE BELIEVE IN YOU. BELIEVE IN US.
LOL
NANA WINDHORSE
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