Coaxed out of retirerment [23 Dec 2009|06:16pm] rabidamimals2 Well hello peeps and peepettes, a dear friend told me that they didn't understand why I stopped posting. Hmmm the pressure is on so ,"Hold tight"(I aint even done with the night) Hold Tight Well our hearts beat like thunder I don't know why they don't explode You got your hands in my back pockets and Sanford singin on the radio You say that I'm the boy Who can make it all come true Well I'm tellin ya that I don't know If I know what to do Say it's alright Hold tight Well I don't even know if I'm doin this right Well alright hold tight We can stay out late We can run around all night Well all night all night Well it's time to go home and I ain't even done with the night Well I don't know no good come on's and I don't know no cool lines I feel the heat of your frustration I know it's burning up deep down inside You say that I'm the boy Who can make it all come true Well I'm tellin ya that I don't know If I know what to do Say that's alright hold tight Well I don't even know if I'm doin this right Well alright hold tight we can stay out late We can run around all night Well all night all night Well it's time to go home and I ain't even done with the night Ain't even done with the night Hold tight well I don't even know if I'm doin this right Well alright Hold tight We can stay out late Well we could run around all night All night all night Well it's time to go home and I ain't even done with the night No I ain't even done with the night No no ain't even done with the night No ain't even done with the night No no ain't even aint even done with the night No no ain't even done with the night No Ain't even done with the night. John Cougar Well as I said a dear friend noticed that Rabid wasn't posting. Well darlin it's simple...Nobody is reading this garbage anyway. I haven't had a comment since the begining of July. So why bother. As I have stated before if I wanted just a place to vent and post poetry I would just keep a notebook. I don't know if the ole journal has lost it's appeal or (Bob forbid) I really have lost my touch. Let's find out shall we. Of life and death Daddy's work shirt hangs dusty in the closet The days of his life are behind him Mommy quietly joins him and the kids cry Gone is their advice their guidance But found memories of love remain Memories of strength through the tough times and sharing the good times Cont. Maybe I have lost it Rabid reply

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