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  • crimsontideguy

    A Black Dog by crimsontideguy

    He looks for something that may not even be there. The search has gone on all of his life and will only end with his death. It’s not happiness because he is happy with most of his life. He has…

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    Friends by crimsontideguy

    Friends are our chosen family. I have met many new friends here on RB and it is astonishing to me how you can get that the feeling of knowing someone that you have never met in person. It is almost l…

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    Days In A Lifetime by crimsontideguy

    I fell asleep one day and I awoke 40 years later. I only meant to doze but something when " haywire" and my youth was gone. There was a time when I reveled in my youth but that is just a m…

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    Second feature for Pine bud!.. by sendao

    Second feature for Pine bud!..

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    Floating by Ricahrd Sims

    Floating (rummy terms)– if your last card can be melded, you cannot discard it and you therefore become a floater until you find an unplayable card to discard.

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    Xmas? by crimsontideguy

    Just what is Xmas? X stands for the unknown as I understand the meaning of X. When you take Christ out of Christmas there is no reason to celebrate the season. It becomes just another day.

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    She Roars by crimsontideguy

    Her days are filled with Shadows of joy and Torrents of pain
    Her Hope is never ending but her Doubts are always near
    In her heart is the Warmth of spring and the Winds of winter
    The Cold is upon her br…

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    Crimson by crimsontideguy

    “It looks like a sea of crimson.” Some radio sportscaster supposedly spoke those words (or something close to them) and Alabama Football had a name. The Crimson Tide was born. In the St…

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    Four Poor Boys From Parker, Florida..My Way by crimsontideguy

    The humidity warped our bodies in a mist of sweat as the sun sent its rays of heat to burn our skins dark brown. The sand scorched our bare feet but we walked on. We could care less about our plight …

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    The Simple Easy One Step....In Black and White by crimsontideguy

    If the package says simple, easy, or one step…put it back!!! You will spend the next ten years of your life doing the “easy simple one step.” We sent men to the moon and back usin…

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    The Night Fights Back by crimsontideguy

    Somewhere between the dusk and the dawn he lost his way once more. The dark chilled his soul to the bone. There it was all over again. The same pain that he had faced in real life returned to haunt h…

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    Panama City, Florida by crimsontideguy

    There is magic even in the fog and mist that surrounds me this morning. The land of my childhood beckons me back to my youth. It calls me to better days full of wonder and joy. The whole world was ou…

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    Everybody Called Her Soupy by crimsontideguy

    She was the first born… a coal miner’s daughter long before Loretta Lynn ever sang her famous song. Her father could be a cruel man and he owed his life to the company store. She had no …

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    She by crimsontideguy

    She somehow understands without being told why. She is mystery. She speaks and her children listen. She speaks and her husband listens. She is wise. Her husband and her children call her glory. She …

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    Memory and Average by crimsontideguy

    Memories tear at my heart filling my being with sorrow. Memories send me to a place that no person should go. Whoever said that we always will have our memories (and meant that statement to be good…

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    Happy With Not by crimsontideguy

    It was very long ago in a different time and a different life. The place was always filled with magic and adventure. We did not know that we could not do all things. We didn’t even know there w…

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    Memories by crimsontideguy

    Memories are where our hearts wander in search of better days, better times
    to lost ones
    to battles won and battles lost
    to love won and to love lost
    Memories take us to places were we should not return…

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    The Game by crimsontideguy

    The boy stood there, alone, the teams had been chosen. He was the odd man in. He would have made a great player except he could not catch the ball, he could not hit the ball and he was very slow at r…

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