The frogs, the snake in the grass, the princess and frog as a man, great story, great movie about the changes in the charms and graces of a fool, that flipped out of his skin, and turned into a frog. Funny tale about men and boys, great players for the songs, for the dances
in the wind. Dicks, dogs, fish and frogs the faces of a joker or a first class fool. Lessons to be learned with Disney, thanks uncles, and ants, for a good story to tell.
So many stars shining at night, wishes to be made on the blue shooting stars in the darkness of the nights. Twice in a night to see shooting stars dance across the skies, brighter blue stars in the darkness on the side of the moon. Happy and delighted for the lessons to be learn, games to play, songs to sing. The best times of your life and my life are yet to come. Happy and gay, jumps and circles to do on the sands of time, back for the races and the horses and the trees in the woods, good times around the dogwood trees.
Waiting is the worst when you are early, wait on a new fish caught in a cage, another attempt in learning, no mistakes. Factors that cost money, time and attention, who has time for forks in the road. To the right need to act, want different results , chances to take on time limits. To the left still waiting a period for the mask to fall on the fish frying.
Plans,goals,dreams, prayers in motion to move ahead, no grounds to stand on, place on boat rocking. Some of the fears, some of the bumps in the road, and who will travel alone the way. Questions in the air, trails and trades to exchange goods and services one way to look at heads on the coin. Balls in the air, for the best times yet to come, dancing in my head.
Girls of the band, Dead Dolls Dreamers, for one the zombie chicks and vampires in the group, songs and dances to do, for the fright of others. Round and round the tree of life, in the center of the dogwood forest, stood the tree that Jesus Christ hung on, the roots there, Hang them high Jesus and Moses brothers in three lifetimes, still back again, as brothers.
To learn lessons to fail or not to fail, in your first attempts in learning, fix stupid people for love, a lost cause, born after all the stupidity had been given out, got day old stupid instead, to lose grounds daily. No way to fix stupid, dense, and dumb, waste of time, to try to teach those dogs new tricks. Changes minds of the walking dead, a frogs that are vain, is a hard sell for a horse and pony shows to last 7 seasons.
Zombies are the living dead, Seven Snakes with in the hell hounds, brothers in another form, brothers that are sinners not saints. Moses and Jesus, hanging on dogwood trees, death by hanging once in common Fairy tales, told so many times, the messages to sleep though life, believing in men and there races to greatness. Have I got stories about a few. Stories are what we have in the end, effects never die, the seeds are planted now.
Life is a fairy tale, secret of my childhood in church , to read other books, not the bible. Found out eyes in the back of your head, didn't work for my father. Have lots of tests he failed, his failures were my attempts in learning not to fail, my attempts were not failures. Took a long time to come to that understanding.
An adventure daily, the right and the left sides, good or evil choices to make, on the wings of a dove. The bird sent into the sky was a dove for Noah, in the books the sinner and saints carry, some of the time. Dead weight for zombies living in the shadows.
Darkness in the lands, zombies all over the land, mirrors in place for the frogs, fools, and freaks. Easy to find that group of frogs, so many kinds of frogs in the woods, frogs in the seas, frogs all over the lands and sees 4800 different kinds, with different jobs, to kill and destroy.
Army's full of frogs, lots of groups of frogs, called Army, all over the land, plenty of frogs, plenty of fish, to catch only the cream of the woods and seas. Traps to be used, one way in for the craps, one limb in a trap in the woods, in the seas for the shellfish to sail or be captain of dreams. The searches are on, the ads in place, specifically worded for giants.
The big boys, the biker boys, mature, witty and full of the best dazes spent in the skin of a younger person: Peter Pan, Jesus Christ, Paul, Peter with Mary the good time girls. Life in the fast lane so full of lights, in the power of the pink. Secrets in the powers of the numbers, powers in the colors, powers in the dazes, secrets of the third eyes.
Songs to sing, dances to do, for the best times yet to come, into the sunlight, in the dogwood trees. Where are the kings on land, the lions, the Tigers, the bears. The mighty, the giants at the tip of the food chains, on land and seas, with the hunters also.
New bitch on board, the Queen of everything, the leader of the band, Alice Battles, to ride again. Lessons learned about twisted fairy tales in the bible, a dance for sleeping dogs that lie asleep all their lives, in the man and in the dog worlds. Third eye has a stone in it, never used, always blind, no cures desired.
Alice, Betty, and Ben Battles, names of the earth angels, sent with goodness and mercy angels, to grant wishes. Wishes, dreams, hopes, prayers and desires of the fairies, of the young at heart. Happy and delighted for the treats daily, searching for the mighty and the great, the tall green giants, Thor and Johnny Appleseed. Pieces of a dream, to find them mature and retired, sitting on the sidelines, hard to stay down.
Where are they at, not sure how to get the right giant, no time to waste of fakes, clowns or jokers. Learned those lessons with seven snakes, the hell hounds, the cattle callers, dogs in the dark all their lives, can live with that kind of zombie. Wow, it was a disappointment, seven snakes, Prince Frog, had so many high hopes for the 4 eyed green eyes snakes.
So many lessons to learn, love and devotion, love and hate horns of a goat, and sex with daughters. Almost died in that world, was so close, eaten alive by a land whale, flip for the life of a shark. Land whales can flip a land shark, put to sleep, and eat while still alive. Not a pretty site. Evil all the way though to the bones, and he didn't know, English the frog was half only for Cuban transplants, new breed of stupid.
Head in the sand, frogs on the beach,lives in the sand, like the American Toads, have a few in Cuba also. Seven Snakes as a frog, done as a jackel and jackasses in the herd. Back on the boats, sailors with boats, the captains the mature Petey the prize fighter on land and seas. Dreams and dances in my head.
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