Follow you, you follow me…
Follow you, you follow me.
Follow you, you follow me…
(What is love? I believe. Love is the heart willing to give everything to someone. Not demanding anything back in return.)
Baby Mia will be one year old on Thursday. I am blessed, I watch her five days a week. I am chasing her now. She can move like a cat now. I love the wonder in her eyes.
I told her I will follow her and keep her safe. Now she follow me.
I take her everywhere. She loved the Lake St. Clair and she love the children parks already. She is grandpa baby girl.
She looked into my eyes and the mercy of her love. Make me feel hopeful.
Happy, happy birthday my baby Mia.
Coyote
John, you know I LOVE TEXAS….. I was being flippant.
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Austin and Belton, Texas. Only place I ever received a proper Long Island ice tea. I like to Texas two-step with a Texas gal.
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I do hope, John, that you have read that one…. I repost it every September.
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John, I know I have said this b4, but when I grow up, I wanna write like you … do.
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We are grown-up but we never stop learning. How is Texas? I need a field trip to Austin from Michigan. You are a wonderful story teller. Your characters are strong, wild and alive to the reader. Us, who love to read and write. Keep seeking more adventure. I hope you are doing well my friend.
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Thank you.
Doing well?
Well, I woke up again.
This is always a good way to start one’s day.
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I am glad. Now you write the great novel. You lived the Hemingway life. Now you can show the world. How cool, it can be. And how hard it can be. I would read my friend.
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Oh! Texas?
Texas sucks.
You know I hate Texas…..
Yuk
Yuk
Yuk!!!
Shucks!
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I thought you liked Texas. I did when I was young, free, a pocket full of money. I had some great days in Texas. I spend three years at Fort Ord, California. The quiet California life almost killed me. I will back later to read. Stay safe and have some fun my friend.
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“She looked into my eyes and the mercy of her love. Make me feel hopeful”
Wonderful!
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Children give us hope. I have five grandchildren now. They keep me young my friend.
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I don’t have any…. that I know of…. maybe in Ologago.
Wish I had made a daughter to comfort me now….
In my old age.
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Never too late my friend. Good women with children need a good man who love to laugh and live. Took me almost 40 years to find my poor wife.
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Have not been here in a bit….. was in a coma.
I woke up.
Now I am here.
Grate post.
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I am glad you are back my friend. I hope you are doing well and keeping busy. I have been quiet lately too. September is a good month. Cooler and easier on us.
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You have read me. You know September is when Ronnie died in my arms.
September always messes me up.
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Some months are heavy. Old faces and old voices come back to us. All we can do is remember them. Write a story for them. I will come back later and I will read your work. My three grandchildren are coming soon. I became the bus-grandpa. Been taking children to the bus stop for 22 years. Even the pain is needed my friend. Maybe Ronnie can feel your thoughts.
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