Maybe, Just Maybe

Maybe, just maybe
I'm thinking about you
Just out of the blue

Maybe, just maybe
I'm talking about you
Even when you're out of view

Maybe, just maybe
I'm worrying about you
It's like a case of deja vu

Maybe, just maybe
I'm dreaming about you
What a dream-wahoo!

Maybe, just maybe
You're thinking of me
Over your cup of coffee

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Endless Summer, Dazzling Autumn

It's oh so bittersweet
Endless summer is done
Sultry season is complete
So long fun-in-the-sun

Here comes a dazzling autumn
Trees of burnt orange and amber
Chimneys belch a gray column
Flying geese call out their banter

After we give words of praise
Family members new and old
Speak of the good ol' days
Yarns worthy of being retold

Let's eat, ain't you starving?
Bountiful Thanksgiving meal
That's a large bird you're carving
Finishing it all will be real ordeal

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Candy Man

Hey baby, I'm your candy man
Think my price is too high
For you, I have an installment plan
Don't fret about your money supply

Think my price is too high
I guarantee its one of a kind
If you pass it up, you'll cry
Put you in the right frame of mind

I guarantee its one of a kind
Take a bite; I double-dog dare you
Now go close the venetian blind
We'll see what this develops into

Take a bite; I double-dog dare you
Everyone needs something sweet
Come on, you know you want to
Every mouthful can't be beat

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Rescued!

Seas...rough, the sky…lightening and thunder
Charts...unclear, choices made led to blunder
The sailing ship My Life was going under

Scow number one wouldn't stay on course
She drifted away from me, back to her source
Away, away she blew, fast as a wild horse

Next, I climbed aboard dinghy number two
Maintaining her, more than I could attend to
No favorable wind, the voyage went askew

Safe and secure in lifeboat number three
No longer foundering amongst the debris
Fleeing the devil and the deep blue sea

Her trajectory was true and it did not falter
Rescued! Safe on my Rock of Gibraltar
Scuttlebutt is; I'm taking her to the altar

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I Get This Feeling

Sometimes I get this feeling
My lot in life is unappealing
Envisioning melancholy thoughts
Stomach is all tied up in knots

But then again, it could be worse
Don't want to occupy a hearse
No, no, that just will not do
Have to adjust my point of view

A full-time job is a beautiful thing
For a chance to grab the brass ring
Being a man of a certain age
Don't want to be in a squirrel cage

Thankful for what I'm blessed with
Money equals happiness is a myth
My woman, my family, my health
Makes me a man of extreme wealth

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Metamorphosis

Country girl staring at the ceiling light
Softly scratching an old mosquito bite
Young hands so calloused and tanned
Praying that her parents will understand

Longing for a life without mud boots
Willing to forego the family roots
Can't wait to cut the apron string
Not content with the farming thing

Coming of age in rural America
Not every generation is a replica
Traveling gravel roads is so absurd
Wants a little Cape Cod in a suburb

Gouged out a plan during the night
Figured a way out of her plight
College would certainly set her free
Work nights while obtaining a degree

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I Know A...

I know an affectionate human being
She may have a bad hair day, but still cherishes life
Though her burdens are many, she laughs at strife
Jesus is her Lord. Watch out Satan…she packs a knife

I know a remarkable woman
She is fighting her affliction to become a survivor
Though its tough, we all know God isn't a backseat driver
In the end, her joy will be like a triumphant pearl diver

I know a loving mother
She is a child-bearer, all of which are male
Though they rock her world off the Richter scale,
With the Lord's help, they'll be a tenpenny nail

I know a devoted friend
She is my sister-in-law, Tara Lynn
Though she struggles with her demons and her sin,
This daughter, sister, wife, mother, and confidant has Christ within

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Heritage Hills Class Of Eighty-One

Heritage Hills Class of Eighty One
Here it is, the year two thousand eleven
Thirty years, thirty years, where did it go
Saddened to learn a few are gone on to Heaven

Heritage Hills Class of Eighty One
My, oh my, where did the time fly
Wow…victories, tears, joy, and fun
Being a grandparent is love not to deny

Heritage Hills Class of Eighty One
Some led the life of the moth to the flame
Many went on to higher knowledge
Knowing happiness in a life that's tame

Heritage Hills Class of Eighty One
One time Providence dealt us a course unknown
We handled it, conquered it, survived it
Now, we bask in seeing our children grown

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The Banshee's Wail

Today, I listened to the banshee's wail
Some believe that to be an old wives' tale

Today, I heard the ringing of the death knell
Dry your tears and say your fond farewell

Today, I grew weak and expired
Another soul, the Grim Reaper acquired

Today, I drew my last breath and died
Burying your face in your hands, you cried

Today, I quietly passed away
Leaving something I failed to say

Today, I met my untimely demise
We didn't get to say our final goodbyes

Today, I silently gave up the ghost
No longer tied to life's whipping post

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Blue-Collar Man

Marching through the municipal park in the early night
A lamppost, stars, and the rising moon are my guiding light
Cognizant of the nocturnal street noises coming from town
Confident that before long, the madness will settle down

Spying young lovers under a majestic old oak tree
Lips and hands as busy as the proverbial worker bee
Autumn leaves and twigs crunch beneath me as I stroll
Making my way to my favorite local watering hole

A tall frosty mug or two tends to do me some good
More than that and I'm liable to be misunderstood
Then get my woman, go grab a burger, and off to bed
Tomorrow...back at it with the rest of the living dead

For I am what I am, a proud, blue-collar, working man
Hard at it; I pay my taxes, and also into my pension plan
All the while, our government whittles freedoms away
Long forgotten what was gained on Independence Day

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