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Monday, September 13, 2004

Friendly Mistakes

My friend Marsha was in a car accident.
She paid a pretty penny for the car repair.
But Marsha decided there’s a reason they call it an accident.
So, she didn’t worry who’s fault it was or if it was fair.
She said, “I made a mistake, I learned from the mistake.
I changed the way I do things a bit and now my life is a little better because of it.”

My friend Linda was in a bad marriage
She unfortunately had married a jerk.
When he left her with debts and a broken toilet,
She had no regrets, found another guy and went back to work.
She said, “I made a mistake, I learned from the mistake.
I changed the way I do things a bit and now my life is a little better because of it.”

How could we ever learn, if we didn’t make a mistake once in a while?
Oh, how the mistake will burn when you forget to smile.
I am fortunate that I have friends, who show me,
A mistake is a wonderful opportunity to get to know me.

My friend Julie couldn’t find her keys
She had to pay a locksmith to get them replaced.
She made extra copies, hid them in rocks and under her fender,
While herself she embraced.
She said, “I made a mistake. I learned from the mistake.
I changed the way I do things a bit and now my life is a little better because of it.”
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This song is dedicated to MARSHA who had a great attitude about her mistakes.


Monday, September 06, 2004

I Met Him in My Backyard

The Purr-Fect Encounter

100 degrees in my parched backyard
You yell, howl, call to me.
What are you crazy? It’s too hot.
Still you call me,
Telling me something I don’t understand.
Do you want water?
Nope, not water.
Okay, I’ll feed you.
You’re light as a feather
When I touch you,
The fleas jump in the air at me,
You purr, deeply, filling the world around you with love.

When I come back later that night you are still there.
Crying, howling calling, walking between my legs.
You’re still hungry, you must be starving,
You devour a can of gook,
Who abandoned you, so pretty and white?
Amber eyes filled with hope, say pet me,
And you purr, purr, purr purr some more, again
Healing every bit of pain or bad thought I might have.
I put you in the crate for the night.
I know, I’ll open the door to let you go home,
But you don’t leave.
Cat lady will find you a home,
Her vet will take you, give you to a kid in the Valley who will pamper you.
The maid will clean up your hair.
Good bye sweet prince, sweet cat, it was too short,
For even though you were starving, abandoned, left for dead, you purred,
I wish you could have taught me how to purr.
Purr, kitty, purr.

LHA 9/6/04