<BGSOUND SRC="pieces.mid" LOOP="INFINITE"> A little paint brush fun with my computer "night train"

DOWN UPON THE GROUND, AND THE COOL MOIST GRASS FELT SO GOOD, AND WE WERE IN THE MOOD FOR FIREWORKS AS THE EVENING DESCENDED UPON THE TOWN OF TEHACHAPI. THE FOOTBALL STADIUM WAS THE FOCAL POINT FOR TOWN AS THE ORCHESTRA PLAYED WITHIN THE PAVILION TENT, AND WE LENT OUR EARS TO THE PERFORMANCE. AT NINE PM, SUDDENLY THE BLACK SKY TURNED TO BRILLIANT WHITE AS THE FIRST ROCKETS BLOSSOMED ACROSS THE CANOPY OF STARS AND CONTINUED FOR ABOUT FORTY FIVE MINUTES NONSTOP WITH BLAZING COLORS. WOWEEEEEEE, AS THE FOURTH OF JULY 2006 WAS BORN AND THEN DIED WITHIN THE COMING OF THE DAWN.

Here is LUCILLE BALL of "I love Lucy fame" Superwife of RICHARD NIXON; PATRICIA RYAN NIXON The Poem: DANNY BOY, written with deep feelings of annoyance towards an ex-con who tried to be cruel to me. With evil and masochistical mephisophelean; loquatious prevarication, his complete unequivocal uninteligibility; explicit words designed to sear and tear within deceptive metaphors, with cryptic potentialities, and how was I to respond within my own dispondency? I cannot perceive fully the human mind, and I will give a bit because I am kind. I look for good in others as if in dreams, but reality is not always what would seem, for the mind is many faceted and sometimes an ignoble creature, NOBILITY; not always it's main attractive feature. My inclinations said yes, and the use of logic, no; this was confusion I was to know, for the repulsive behavior was repugnant unto the one so disinclined, for I cannot fully perceive the human mind. Is his but the mask for expediencies desperate rake? Could be a paradoxical exaggeration, satyrical ridicule, as if a game for pitys sake, words to be twisted with the knife of bloodied gore, while treating me as if a simple whore. There is a responsibility given to us to never play that bloodied game, as if the point of the stilletto knife to thrust, while grim confusion asks,"whomever can you trust?" After Danny read this poem meant for him, he treated me with the most profound respect and kindness. All Rights Reserved: Actress SANDRA DEE BETHOVEN, the musical genius KEITH CARRADINE; movie star LAWRENCE WELK MICKEY ROONEY within his young heyday Actor JACK LEMON Mister Groucho Marx; the intellectual Marx Brother Songwriter and Western Singer; WILLIE NELSON CLICK below on Red Bar for page 4