I’ve never liked the phrase “Shooting the Breeze” for obvious reasons.
Coffee is God’s gift to the working man.
Ninety percent of people think they’re in the top ten percent of drivers . . . and the other ten percent think they’re even better.
I’m so unpopular even my shadow won’t hang with me.
Burying your head in the sand is a good way to get kicked in the ass.
Give mixed martial arts fighters a sword and a shield and you will have gladiatorial combat. Bring back the coliseum.
No one admits to being just normal. Everyone is special.
Compliance is overrated.
She’s a big fish in a small pond . . . and I don’t like either big fish or small ponds.
Turtle Rock
The path starts down by the Avenue
By the traffic light with the box store view
And runs along the old horse trials
Thru lush ripe meadows with heathered veils
Past fallen rock walls that do snake
All the way to Turtle Rock Lake.
Calm waters reflect blue and brown
From the sky on high and the trees aground
At times a fish from down below
Will break the surface and put on a show
Near the lakes decrepit dock
Sits the camels hump that is Turtle Rock.
It juts above the water clear
Enticing each turtle from far and near
They rest upon its splendid perch
To bask and glory in an outdoor church
Yet if they should suffer a fright
With a push and plop they’re soon out of sight.
And that is Turtle Rock.
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