To the starting line
And time has lost its meaning
Where passion must count.
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To the starting line
And time has lost its meaning
Where passion must count.
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Comments (5)
Little beetles swarm
Thousands in orange masses
Thank God Orkin came.
Really, the darn things cover the sunny side of the house once the soybeans are harvested. Much worse than those box elder bugs, because these pinch and get in your ears, nose and mouth.
Posted by Dr. Bob | October 15, 2010 10:25 PM
Posted on October 15, 2010 22:25
Bug, fly away home.
House burns.The kids are at home.
Like charred Raisin-ettes.
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Posted by Terry_Jim | October 16, 2010 12:58 AM
Posted on October 16, 2010 00:58
I love my life too
If the world were upside down
Should I step on you?
Posted by Terwiliger | October 16, 2010 1:15 AM
Posted on October 16, 2010 01:15
Fall in Evergreen
Flys always buzz in my house
Drives me cra-aa-zy
Posted by Cowboy | October 16, 2010 10:52 AM
Posted on October 16, 2010 10:52
There's an old proverb
"You are no bigger than the
things which annoy you."
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Posted by Anonymous | October 17, 2010 1:18 AM
Posted on October 17, 2010 01:18