ALL OF MY TEETH

No joke; all of my teeth are showing. Ever since the Morning News, they just got fresh and honors the twik in my cheek bones rather than behave as I said. My nerves are so jubilant, those two factors are just misbehaving. Blame it on early morning news: Caroline Kennedy shows interest in Senate seat!
Ooooh, there are folk who really want to help get our country back to showing some strength again, huh? Wouldn't you say? I asked whom I did "Wouldn't it be nice if we can get someone else who can keep his or her nose out of the gutter and into what they're appointed to serve for? The replies sounded as if we were in some Southern Baptist church, a loud chorus of A-aaaaye-men!"
Then we got tickled at a line that warned "But, notoriously unpredictable; there's no telling how Paterson's mind will swing concerning choices..."

Oh, well what is HOPE for if not to joggle the emotions and fan the faith? Some times we have nothing much more on our minds than the work course, fixing things right at home, and our social status. So being, just have the drudge. You get tired of the plain ole drudge, knowing that if you had something else to grab your attention; something that holds neither drudge nor aggravation, you can sort of swish through the work course and the fixing of things at home, school, or just from that chair that's become your best friend.

Watching wondering-if and hoping:

Having seen the modesty, seriousness and careful handling of morals, many of us had begun to watch, nit picking to see if it's all true and as well pressed as Carolyn seems. Alright, years passed with the same view, so the watch-ing is laid by and the wondering stepped forth: Can she possibly have the strength of Miss Rose and Jackie? Oh, heavens, can she possibly have a little strength from either!!! If the reply is 'No', who will blame her for it? After all, we must all develop our own strengths. But; if the reply may be 'Yes'; then it would've been good mental exercise and a lot of emotional fun in hoping for the smog to pass and some fresh air, for smothering people; some oxygen, letting the atmosphere of the land be refreshed again!

Coffee time at the Hen House? You can believe it, but who drinks through their teeth! Gosh, if I had plates like those who are blessed to have them; I could remove my teeth, but I'm blessed to still have my own pearly gates for the exception of two back molars so I can't do justice to what's in the cup!

I guess I'll sweeten the cup with anticipation; then just sip a while and grin with anticipation for the rest of the while.
Nothing's silly about desiring past times, when they were good ole prosperous times. Most of what we so willingly pay for at jammed restaurants came out of the homes of the poor. In just four year's time(getting worst; as each year goes by), we find ourselves either wiping tears or refusing to cry when we leaves the Super Markets.
The blame is all to the war in Iraq; most is from civil rebellion, leadership promiscuity and a love for the sound of fire-arms. When panic floods a nation, money tends to flow with it.
Citizens are tense with hope now; a more relaxed tenseness as we work our mental muscles to reinstall more reliable leadership. And means from the top down.
We felt hope grow to faith when we heard of Caroline's desire. Through grinning enamel and porcelain, we toasted a brighter future for the 'young' of the land; by faith.

SunBird