Sitting on this bench -- perched above the 110 freeway -- reminds me a little of being in a treehouse. Find daydreams and imagination up here, leave obligations and frustration down there. (At least long enough to take in the view and catch a few rays.)
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....and while we are at it, let's wish Mister Earl a Happy Birthday!It seems only yesterday that I was writing a poem in his honor. But today my words have dried up like the rivers and streams of drought-ridden Texas. However, it's still your birthday, Mister Earl, so celebrating is in order. Cheers! Enjoy this special day and we all lift our glasses to you.
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISTER EARL!
Hey, thanks, Dixie Jane. Thanks for remembering!!
I sit on this bench
pondering Mr Earl
he is such a gem
in the world
let's celebrate
and raise our glasses
tell them all
tell the masses
a birthday wish
for Mr E
in his honor
let's all Part-y!!!
Happy Birthday, Mr. E!
LOL! Four comments, and they're all about me!! Make that five!
Congrats, Judy, on not rhyming glasses with asses!
Happy birthday Mister e.
Mister Earl
The man with the glasses
Points out that the city is run by jackasses!
Happy birthday, sir. Hat tip to you.
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