Limp
He's limping. Rumor has it, it's because he's growing so fast. So hum with me in your head, the old Simon and Garfunkel song. Forget it's true name. Let's call it 'Feelin' Groovy" because everyone else does. Here's our guy, feelin' it.
Slow down,
you move too fast.
You've got to make the mornin' last.
Just kickin' down the cobble stones,
Lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy...
Hello lamppost,
What cha knowin?
I've come to watch your flowers growin'.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo, feelin' groovy.
Got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep,
I'm dappled
and drowsy
and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all it's petals on me.
Life I love you.
All is groovy.
Slow down,
you move too fast.
You've got to make the mornin' last.
Just kickin' down the cobble stones,
Lookin' for fun and feelin' groovy...
Hello lamppost,
What cha knowin?
I've come to watch your flowers growin'.
Ain't cha got no rhymes for me?
Doot-in' doo-doo, feelin' groovy.
Got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep,
I'm dappled
and drowsy
and ready to sleep
Let the morning time drop all it's petals on me.
Life I love you.
All is groovy.
posted by Robin at 7:31 PM
2 Comments:
Mom and I's favorite post. AWESOME
About that freaky picture. Hannah called while mom and I were in the cemetery. I was wandering around looking while chatting. Then I looked up and I saw this statue of Jesus holding a headless baby. I kind of sorta made a gurgling noise and yelled "Mom its a headless baby." Of course that stopped Hannah in her long narrative of a leather purse she found on sale and she says "where the hell are you?" Texas is a much better place without him, of course the country would be a better place without him.
I just love this post.
Thanks for the laugh! and the compliment.
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