Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Friday the Thirteenth
Well, Superstitions are Apparently True.
Or, so I Believe.
In My Case, I am Not Cursed With Bad Luck.
At Least Not 100%
I am Cursed 50%
Thanks to My Italian Heritage.
:)
The Only Down Part of the Occasion was
Being Falsely Accused of Being Pregnant.
Tiskk Tiskk
Silly Little Boy with a Huge Uncontrollable Mouth.
Entertainment that Night was Outstanding.
A Psychological Awakening Occurred.
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Whad'da silly race to grow up
because at eighty we still look like pups.
momma says don't kiss d' boys
be strong like Helen of Troy
don't be concerned with useless stuff !!
For you see, momma says, we are plenty aware
of the Ruggiero curse you carry everywhere
So today the truth be known
its no curse, it's really is a poem
it's curs'ed cover is blown !!
halleluja bright girl
you are a child indigo
a precious person to know
and when you twirl
we have a big thrill
to see all the boys go pfhhfhhfpttttt !!! poohting vertigo!!
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