Saturday, October 22, 2005

Blood, Sweat and well, not Tears


It appears Dr. Papa got something at work and came home this morning terribly sick. He and the Chicken Pig are napping until the Tennessee game. Have to go put the flag out front. Believe this has some benefit. Was not out during the LSU game and I scrambled for it during hlaf time and we all know how that turned out!
I agree with TennesseeDrew about "running like Buffalo." Maybe Phil ( is that belly sweat?)should run some drills with the boys to improve discipline by example. I couldn't really take orders from a coach who sweats vegetable oil. Come on, all that weight is not from eating soybeans and green vegetables. No carbs Phil, unless you're gonna burn 'em off. I"ll get the Da and the Ba up just before kick off.

SkyDog71, here is your poem for today:

Weather is the chief agency to my memories
Dark heavy wetness
under the morning sun
a hazy candle of one day
past, passing
Autumn finds my years growing old
They have leaves like this back home
Home


Suede shoes with yellow laces
polyester pleats of brown
Cheeks red with afternoon cool
My dog, no longer long dead
They have leaves like this back home
Home

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