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The Coffee Shop / music around the campfire
« on: October 11, 2012, 10:45:08 PM »
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« on: November 20, 2010, 11:17:39 AM »
                  From Retired Vice Admiral Bob Scarborough, of Arlington , Va.

                  "I wanted to give you all some disturbing information on our wonderful president. I work with the Catch-A-Dream Foundation which provides hunting and fishing trips to children with life-threatening illnesses. This past weekend we had our annual banquet / fundraiser event in Starkville . "As a part of our program, we had scheduled Sgt. 1st Class Greg Stube, a highly decorated U.S. Army Green Beret and inspirational speaker who was severely injured while deployed overseas and didn't have much of a chance for survival to come. Greg is stationed at Ft. Bragg , NC and received permission from his commanding officer to come speak at our function. Everything was on go until Obama made a policy that NO U.S. SERVICEMAN CAN SPEAK AT ANY FAITH-BASED PUBLIC EVENTS ANYMORE. Needless to say, Greg had to cancel his speaking event with us. Didn't know if anyone else was aware of this new policy. Wonder what kind of news we all will receive next. You're just starting to see the Obamanation. Your religion is on the list next.? I don't know about you, but this makes me furious.

                  This is just how the Nazis did it in the 30's, slowly, one step at a time. If you don't see the similarities you are truly blind.

Poetry / The Night the Old School Outhouse Burnt Down
« on: March 22, 2009, 11:31:37 AM »
This is actually a song I wrote a few years back, but a song is nothing more than a poem with music. This is called "The Night the Old School Ourhouse Burnt Down"

I've got a story I'm going to tell
it happened long ago but I remember it well
It was the night the old school outhouse burnt down

That old outhouse was made for three
it stood underneath a big elm tree
about thirty yards or so behind the school
On the floor was a Sears catalog
and an old wood box of new corn cobs
a spider had it's web above the door

Well, that spider, the bugs and the bluetail flies
those little critters, they lost their lives
the night the old school outhouse burnt down.
I never will forget that sight
the raging fire neath the pale moonlight
the night the old school outhouse burnt down

Now, people came from all over town
to watch that old outhouse burn down
there was talk as to how that fire began
You could smell the odor of kerosene
but no other evidence was seen
people knew it was no accident.

So, the sheriff decided to snoop around
he talked to every kid in town
no one would admit to the dirty deed
That night I chuckled as I layed in bed
thinking of the Sheriff and what I'd said
I told him I didn't know a thing at all

Now, I'm so glad that no one seen
how nice I poured that kerosene
and struck the match that burnt the outhouse down.
Years have passed but still I see
that raging fire neath the big elm tree
the night the old school outhouse burnt down

Yes, the spider, the bugs and the bluetail flies
those little critters, they lost theri lives
the night the old school outhouse burnt down.

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