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The Good Stuff

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The Good Stuff

Sharp, cool, summer nights,

Big Dipper, Little Dipper, North Star,

Whispers of a moving creek,

Chirping crickets,

Chorus of frogs,

Chattering, calling coyotes,

Home

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The stink of boggy water,
Earthy scent of horse,

Soft lips on your palm,

Campfire smoke,

Crackling logs,

Burnt marshmallows,

Home

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Lazy summer mornings,

Pickle jar in the sun,

Sweet tea over ice,

Rich aroma of coffee,

Sticky donut holes,

Crazy 8s and Rummy,

Home

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Deep winter calm,

Childish joy of life,

Musty smell of kerosene,

Dinner on the woodstove,

Snow drifts,

Numb, stinging face,

Home

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Frog spawn,

Fledgling ducks,

A toad for show and tell,

A disappearing salamander,

Mating frogs,

Shedding snakes,

Home

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Friday rituals,

The house is clean,

Evening peace,

Quartet music in the morning,

Sweet oat cereal,

Game night,

Home

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Bicycle rides,

A story before bed,

The hard forest floor,

Too hot, hot cocao,

A pleastly heavy backpack,

Oatmeal and fried eggs,

Home

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My Fuddy-Duddy (Memphis)

Memphis

Eight years in a shelter,
but now we’re together,
forever, my fuddy-duddy.
 
His face is a lil odd,
offset and kinda flawed,
that’s why he’s my fuddy-duddy.
 
People stare in alarm,
they fear he’ll do them harm.
He’s my misread fuddy-duddy.
 
He’s running after sheep,
and talking in his sleep.
He’s my funny fuddy-duddy.
 
Seven soft kitties purr,
all wrapped up in his fur.
He’s their snuggly fuddy-duddy.
 
His farts can clear a room,
it’s such a vile fume!
He’s my stinky fuddy-duddy!
 
He’s smarter than he looks,
and takes us all for schnooks.
He’s my tricky fuddy-duddy.
 
Capering for a treat,
he’s not afraid to cheat.
He’s my cheeky fuddy-duddy.
 
Sneaking into the bed,
then quickly playing dead.
He’s such a sly fuddy-duddy.
 
He’s scared of the thunder
so I’m his defender.
He’s my scaredy fuddy-duddy.
 
He loves with all his heart,
he’s such a little flirt!
He’s my charming fuddy-duddy.
 
He will always defend
us, even to the end.
He’s my galant fuddy-duddy.
 
His huge smile says it all,
He wants to chase that ball!
Such a playful fuddy-duddy!
 
He is such an old man,
sore, but he barely ran.
He’s my creaky fuddy-duddy.
 
Cuddles at the ready,
He’s my great, big, baby,
a very loved, fuddy-duddy.