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Profession Lawn Mower Man
Do you want children? Does not want children
Do you have children? All my kids are over 18
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About Me
I'm a blue jean t-shirt kind of guy *************************************************************************************** Right now I'm only on here to read the poetry and hang out with a few of the friends I've met in the poetry forum. It wouldn't be fair to you to even start a fire. I've got fall cleanups coming up and for the next 6 weeks, will be working 7 days a week of dawn till dusk. But of all you pretty babes that have dropped a picture off, I'm gonna be a callin at your door. Get ready cause I'm going to take only one of you on a ride but only if you ain't afraid to have fun again. I ain't got much money, but that don't even matter. I'm gonna surf some clouds and I'm saving a puffy one for you. So when I ring your doorbell, listen to the chime cause we're gonna have one hell of a time. We are gonna eat life up...now don't be so cynical, cause I'm talking a lot of bravado. Well the best things in life are free, they happen instantly and sweet time finally rides on our side.......
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One more thing, I know it isn't much info to go on so if you REALLY want to know all about my history, my personality and how I think, well just scroll this page down and at the bottom you will see forum post. Click on one of them. I have a thread in the poetry forums called "Short Poems [I guess}". I've got about 22 pages of junk I pass off as poetry. If you are really bored go ahead and read it. Between all the lines of junk you might find a little about my personality. WELL YOU SHOULD!!! Cause I don't hold much back about myself. Very transparent that way....Bye
**50 MILES**
Thats as far as I go. Meet me half way if you live far away.
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A poem I wrote to go with pictures at top....
.........Horseshoe Bay..........
i combed the shores of lake huron looking for that one special stone that bathed in centuries of moonlight and sun different from all the rest, my chosen one. hour upon hour i walked the beach picking a few here and there but discarding all within my reach including wasted thoughts, i became aware. hearing the gentle swish of the water and the loons call in horseshoe bay the warbler's whistle in the cedars and the distant shriek of the osprey. the white limestone boulders covered with blackened algae rest on the cambrian shoulders carved by the glaciers slowly. i followed the sandpiper's pencil trail who skittered ahead with their twiggy legs stopping to poke at the sand for a meal under a young blue sky of no age. cormorants flew just above the water's wrinkles as a companion sun and the huron's breeze sprayed glitter on the wave caps that twinkled at the sleeping stars of night's fantasies. and there among the million stones i found a black rock with a hint of fire red and inside the core of the rock; my thoughts alone of the natural way of life hidden in my head.
Some more poems...Hey it's free
.....Open The Wound.....
i lost my best friend to a freak accident we shared a bond of being army vets after he died my emotions i held deep down inside my heart had a weld they buried him with full honors at a grave in Fort Custer i tried to stand but hardly could muster the Honor Guards held up their rifles and the shots were fired the sound pierced my guts and finally i cried
*******Mario*******
Mario I wasn't home that day when you stopped by Mom told you I was down town playin' pool and it's a sad shame that me and moe sold them bloody rocks at school I can't imagine what it was like to crawl 200 yards to Kilgore Road after the train cut off your leg below the knee It's ironic how you were in the attic with Judy my first girl friend kissing her and looking at the different wooden legs her ol' man stored after world war two Mario did you see the heat waves rise above the stones Did you see the monarch butterfly poached on the milkpod of orange as you kept your self from going into shock Mario we sold all those bloody rocks me and moe and we didn't give you a dime
First Date
Let's meet for coffee or breakfast. Let's have fun and enjoy the moment, that's alright if there is no chemistry, we can still have a nice breakfast. No expectations. Please be within 3 years of the picture posted on profile. :)
floating down the river has 2 roses that can be sent.
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