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Why Marbles My 1st blog attempt Was an answer to a promise I made to my eldest son when I handed him a jar full of marbles. The marbles were from a collection saved by my mother over the years of my childhood, and I must admit that if left to me I would have already lost all of my marbles. My son asked if I could jot down some of the ways these marbles were used I told him I would write down as much as I could remember and send it to him later. I am the supreme procrastinator of all time which resulted in him sending me a reminder at which time he promised not to lose my marbles and I reassured him that I would get busy and tell him and his children how the beautiful round bits of glass and minerals were used for amusement and competition. My Response2 blog arose out of frustration with the attitudes and lack of respect for our country, our traditional ethics, and educational system. Rons Lyrics and Poetry started just because my scribbles needed a place to rest.

Sunday, March 15, 2015

IT'S NO SUPRISE

IT’S NO SUPRISE
HIS EYES LOOKED SO SAD AND FULL OF PAIN
 IT WAS AS IF HE COULD NEVER LOVE AGAIN
HE SAID EACH TIME THE PAIN IS SO DIFFERENT
BUT SOMEHOW IT ALWAYS HURTS JUST THE SAME.

WELL THERE AIN’T NO SUPRISES, IVE SEEN IT ALL
FROM THE SHORT AND THE FAT, TO THE SKINNY AND TALL
WE ALL LIKE TO DANCE AND HAVE A GOOD TIME
BUT WHEN IT COMES TO LEAVIN
IT’S ALWAYS THE SAME,
 IT’S NEVER ME

IT’S SOMEONE ELSE WHO’S ALWAYS TO BLAME
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