Leave your monkey behind… no free rides!
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From the monthly archives:
January 2010
A poem I wrote for my Uncle Ron. My Aunt Carole passed away a few days before Christmas. I miss her 
Ron Loves Carole
You just came ashore
We just finished the floor
And now you’re gone
Uphill for a few more years
My eyes already filled with tears
Now that you’re gone
I see you everywhere
In that set of Tupperware
We bought in ‘82
In the tub with claws that you didn’t use
And now you’re gone
I think about you in the water
In the waves crashing I hear your laughter
Peeking at the ocean on the roof with our daughter
Following the vine of the orange trumpet flower
Now that you’re gone
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My 5 year old son filmed this with my point and click… I think I might have a director on my hands 
White Collar Worker
B.Stone
I’m a white collar worker in a white collar family
I work on the 9th floor of a tower
Protective glaze over my waterless gaze
It looks like I’m in a heap of trouble
I’m not in a union. I’m on salary
I work at least 50 hours a week
No bonus structure, no equity
I don’t punch a clock but I get no overtime
And then I remember I’ve got my first born
Prime America, squeeze for all its worth
It takes time to live out that dream
A house, two cars and two point five kids
That you’ll only see on the weekends
Then I remember Ive got my firstborn
As he puts his tiny hand in mine and he looks me in the eyes
And he says “daddy I love you”
2 days a week
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This one is for Alyssa the biggest Chargers fan ever… let’s hope they win today. GO CHARGERS!
Weekend posts are created specifically for special people… I also send the hard copy of the image via snail mail. If you want to be special just contact me through the contact page.
San Diego Super Chargers by thestonebishop
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