Mike the truck driver
(According to a man walking his dog down the street) There once was a driver with a very big truck he liked to speed, he trusted his luck along he sped, he tore up the road but he hit a bump which shifted his load rig started to turn - all on its own he turned quite pale, the color of bone the kingpin snapped, first time ever he suddenly felt very un-cleaver the cab went left, the trailer went straight headed for cars, their number was eight when a miracle happened, caused the trailer to sloth cause the bolts were all loose and the wheels fell off. The shopping cart Josh the sculpture maker makes art from sticks and paper and mini marsh mellows at the ends when the sticks need to bend. A big collection he surely has but Mike is gonna give him razz about his art cause it’s lots of fun when Josh gets angry, Mike will run. Then josh will get back to his art he’s gonna make a shopping cart for Kathryn to ride in. We're all family, just like kin, we get along but sometimes fight but all’s forgiven by the night. And Joshes sculptures make us smile, he has made a really big pile.
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Coming Home
Bill looked across the river trying to pick out a safe route across it. He was thirty five years old and of stocky build. He’d been away from the main cabin for five days and he was anxious to get back home. He was very tired and upset with his five-day growth of whiskers which didn’t put him in a good mood. He didn’t like whiskers in the cold of winter as his breath would form ice beads in his beard. And he disliked the feeling. He never liked to have a beard but shaving equipment was the first thing he left at home. Razors were relegated to unneeded weight in his pack. He had to leave room in his pack to carry furs that he caught along the way. He looked again across the five feet of the river. If the ice were strong enough to hold him it would save him a half hour off his trip home. Otherwise he would have to take the longer way home by back tracking along the river til he came to the beaver dam. That was the long way home, but it was also the safer way home. Again he looked across the river trying to make a decision as to what he should do. He had been constantly traveling during the five days he had been away. His snowshoes had not been of any help as he cut through the tangle of bush to cut down his mileage. The snowshoes just became caught up on the bushes and fallen trees so he now had to carry them as well. Keep your head up
Keep your head up. You're stronger than you know. You've come so far. There's so much more to go. Keep your head up. Don't give up on yourself. You’ve come so far. You worked so hard. When your birthday comes around, here's a bag of marbles in case you lose them. It's the thought that counts. Well, if it's the thought that counts, what's the greatest gift of all? Here comes the count, the count to four: umber one, get a good night's sleep; number two, eat a good breakfast; number three, come to class warm; number four, work your ass off. There's four things you need to know. There's four things you need to know. Here comes the count, the count to four: number one, meet the new trainer; number two, work your ass off; number three, teach me how to say goodbye; number four, don't eat for one month due to a broken heart, lose 30 pounds in water weight just from tears alone. There's four things you need to know, four things you need to know. Here comes the count, the count to four: number one, yes, Josh you got this; number two, this is your last set; number three, drink water if you have to; number four, take your beautiful rest. Four things you need to know, four things you need to know. Here comes the count the count to four. Number one, keep your head up! |
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