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God's things work in harmony

Wed. July 16, 2008

I'm Just a Simple guy

Tue. July 15, 2008

Sneakin' Out

Tue. July 15, 2008

Back in Vietnam

Mon. July 14, 2008

Honeysuckle Yellow

Mon. July 14, 2008

Sneakin' Out

Tue. July 15, 2008
One long past Friday, I went over to your house,
We watched TV, your mom screamed at a mouse,
The show was about rising teenage pregnancy,
Your mom has always been a little tense,
your dad yells at her, she's not making sense,
And it drove you crazy and a little antsy.
About 30 minutes in,
You changed the channel again,
But we got bored with reruns,
So we went for a walk on the wild side.
Boy, the night had blown, the dots of stars around,
All you could hear, Were raspy chirping sounds,
Our hearts beating, and our hands starting to sweat.
We snuck down, the back orchard path,
To an old willow tree, with darkness at last
And crawled up next to the trunk were we could touch.
It wasn’t long before our panting,
Had a heat of longing,
And hands were touching things they shouldn’t feel.
Passion is a wonderful sensation,
But it can lead to desperation,
And we were inches away from exploding onto the moon.
All that stuff about pregnancy,
Waddled off with the fading images,
And we were flying up there near the clouds.
We lay back afterwards,
Not thinking much about the future
Just happy in the glow of two hearts as one.
About a month and a half later,
You called me in such a lather
And I nearly fainted from the shock of your news.
School was out the next summer,
And we had already said hurried vows,
I was looking for a job at the nearest drive through.
Amazing how a tiny little baby,
Makes life hard on a teenage lady,
And a man out of a boy, pretty damn fast.
We’ve made it now for a few years,
Lots of arguing and trails of tears,
We don’t know if we’ll make it to our tenth.
I still love her, she loves me,
But we’re sill kids anyone can see
And that little one sure is cute, but we lost something
Hard to be romantic,
with a baby and the neighbor's static,
seems we’re counting pennies and marking crying time
We get day old bread,
Oat meal and grace is said,
Without much to spend we each lot of burgers and fries.
Yeah, it was fun under that tree
Learning about you and me
The birds and bees, and forgetting about life.
I hope we love each other
Praying it doesn’t become a bother,
But we’ll paying long and hard for Sneaking Out.

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