There is more than one thing I miss about the general area I came from and I've prepared a short poem to one of those things I've missed for more years and more reasons than my simply living down here now.
The Adirondacks
Here’s to the Adirondacks, memories calling, leaves falling, leaves falling,
To where they would scatter with views that did flatter within memories’ core;
With breath taking views that chase away blues and make a heart sing,
And a soul with a fervor for being outdoor, breathing fresh air and wanting for more;
And a desire to enter nature’s door, breathing fresh air and wanting for more,
Hoping for more, longing for more! ~Skyguy79
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ARE VILLAGERS OLD OR ARE THEY RECYCLED TEENAGERS
At my age rolling out of bed in the morning is easy.
Getting up off the floor is another story.
"SMILE... TOMORROW MAY BE EVEN WORSE!"
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