It’s really a poem of automatic writing, of what my maternal grandfather might say, as he died when I was one year old so where the following thoughts are coming from, I’m not clear:
Gramps would say
Hang Ten and Be Tough
Havin No One Here
Have A Great Day
Have A Beer
Treat For The Road
Here’s A Story To Hear
Nothing to regret
Had lots of fun
Can’t win em all
Clean A Little More
Than You Did Before
Dress In Black
Your Power Is Back
Depend on Some
Destroy Noone
Destined to Be Free
And Live In Harmony
January 20, 2014
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