Sudden Spring J. M. Strother Sixty degrees on February four. BB pulling at the leash, A smile on my face. Enjoy it while it lasts, For it will not last. But enjoy it anyway, For this time, This moment, This day.

But John feel grateful,
In the sun go relax,
In the corner are papers waitin'
It's your income tax.
Though now you are smiling,
with BB outside.
It's time to be filing,
those papers inside.
So walk in the sun
Don't wait for the snow
Jusr pray for a refund
and hope you don't owe.

Message edited on: 02/05/2005 04:16

Four little cheetahs Announcing the spring Four little cheetahs Playing in the snow, Fluffed against the cold. They don't belong in Washington, D.C., Do they? But there they are Four little cheetahs Announcing the spring.

There not blue from the cold they're blue from the pomp, And cheetas chase jaybirds, Where chevy's can't romp. All the coins piling high, tributes Ceasar bring And at this point no more words, Ten forty-Ka ching

Each flower that blooms Is a promise Each lamb that is born Is a hope Each spring the year brings Is the proof That more is possible Than we know

And next weeks Tueday morn this message is sent of our mortal form that like ashes is spent Mardi gras parties and Super bowl frenzies (go pats) just stuffing in donuts like one dozen padczki's A short term of waiting and then Easter's feast The fly fisher's casting The bait is released.....this is fun.