Under an Autumn sycamore tree,
Three friends share time together.
Warm hearts of passion's fervor,
With laughter, smiles, and adventure.
Loving their poet's vigor,
Sisters, my wealth of treasure.
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2 comments:
I'm just a curbside prophet
with my hand in my pocket
and I'm waiting for my rocket
to come...
You know, I heard that song and enjoyed it for a couple of months before it occurred to me... HEY!!! That guy sounds like he's singing about playing pocket pool!!!
I like the socks the farthest lady is wearing
Very cleaver comment...One that I will remember.
I once won a pool tournament in San Francisco... actually I won several.
I dislike playing billiards, snooker, and pool, because as a kid I had to play for money for school cloths for my brother and me.
Have you ever noticed how some people say they know how to play pool, and then you see the way they hold a pool cue, or better yet, their bridge...the bridge is a dead give-away.
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