Words Of The Mothers, Many Kids, Goats, Sheep, Rams, Heads To Count, Horns Of Love And Hate, Coins, Cards, Cons, Faces In The Clouds.

Back in time when dirt was cheap, and Jesus Christ was a boy, history to be made, over the roads, over the rainbows, songs to sing, glory dazes to come. Hits and misses, angels to host, babies, eyes into heaven, visits from the dead, words of gods, sinners, saints, heads to count, how to make a buck.

Anut Dot, Dorthy Bailey, where is the daddy, dead and gone, favorite uncle, bones in a box, dead at church, stories to tell, who had the last word. Angels to come, angels to sing, arms open wide, food for the chosen son. Winners, losers, learners, teaches and students, roles to play, history to note, not news today.

Bailey battles, penny battles, lions on top, roars from the mountain tops. Love, lights, lessons, birthdays daily, back you you, have a great one, and so many more. You for you to say, sad and blue, have to find a new way. Older than dirt, not my age, older than 55 years old, so hard for some to believe. Back in time, bugs to drive, yellow, with friend, the best in the land. Aleane Bailey, back in the day, skates to the park, bikes to get to Aunt Dot's, not until Tucson, Az.


Views, voices, values, good time toads, winners, losers, learners, loafers, suckers for free rides. Cycles, circles, seasons of the year, seven seas, seven knights, sons to shine, black, read, yellow, birds and bees, wasps and assholes. Things we have in common, excuses and assholes, rights to reasons, season of suckers.

Just because things are bad now doesn't mean they're going to be that way forever.Shit happens. Everyday. To everyone. The difference is in how people deal with it.Words Of The Mothers, Many Kids, Goats, Sheep, Rams, Heads To Count, Horns Of Love And Hate, Coins, Cards, Cons, Faces In The Clouds.

Views, voices, values, sinners, saints, faces in the darkness, snakes in grass, pigs, hoes, hogs, dicks, dawgs, donkeys, in the hills of Cali. Micky Mouse, still a rat at the end of the day, rats to roaches, walks of fame, dimes to drop, steals and deals, rocks to roll, gems to love, dances in the clouds. TIME TO TURN THE PAGE:Once Bitten By Snakes, Dances with Wolves.😎🌴👍👊Fairy tales,Beach Bum on a path to self-discovery:😎🌊🌊🏄Stronger for the classes.Black, White, Wholes In Heads, Coins To Play, Signs Of Good Times, Both Sides.Just saying....Words Of The Mothers, Many Kids, Goats, Sheep, Rams, Heads To Count, Horns Of Love And Hate, Coins, Cards, Cons, Faces In The Clouds. Slaves that are white, black, blue, yellow, shades of skin, views, voices, values, bones to boxes, asses to ashes, visits to the gardens of the dead. Dot Bailey, Favorite Play Mother, For Decades, Out Of Touch Now. This picture was taken in El Centro, Ca Preparing to visit my Church Family at the Holy Tabernacle C.O.G.I.C.Born on August 20, 1944.Words Of The Mothers, Many Kids, Goats, Sheep, Rams, Heads To Count, Horns Of Love And Hate, Coins, Cards, Cons, Faces In The Clouds.

Happy Birthday, another layer to add, cheers and chaps, have to say, only the good die young. Heads up, saw my dad this year, two times, for his birthday in February, 83 years old. Bill Bailey, the oldest living son. No time for Jack to hit the road, here to stay, another 20 years. Records to break, more than 96 . Last count years to live, hopes and prayers, for a long run.

Felix the cat, lots of tricks, trades, roles to plan, names and numbers, views, voices, and values, dimes to drop. Running on empty, running back to my fathers house, castle in the sky, birthdays daily, rewards return, birds and bees, butterflies for rebirths. Phyllis, peace in the mornings, joy and happiness, walks of fame. Cheers.

Back in time when dirt was cheap, and Jesus Christ was a boy, history to be made, over the roads, over the rainbows, songs to sing, glory dazes to come. Hits and misses, angels to host, babies, eyes into heaven, visits from the dead, words of gods, sinners, saints, heads to count, how to make a buck.

Anut Dot, Dorthy Bailey, where is the daddy, dead and gone, favorite uncle, bones in a box, dead at church, stories to tell, who had the last word. Angels to come, angels to sing, arms open wide, food for the chosen son. Winners, losers, learners, teaches and students, roles to play, history to note, not news today.

Bailey battles, penny battles, lions on top, roars from the mountain tops. Love, lights, lessons, birthdays daily, back to you, have a great one, and so many more. You for, you to say, sad and blue, have to find a new way.

Older than dirt, not my age, older than 55 years old, so hard for some to believe. Back in time, bugs to drive, yellow, with friend, the best in the land. Aleane Bailey, back in the day, skates to the park, bikes to get to Aunt Dot's, not until Tucson, Az. Five kids each, one dead son, Richard Alexander Bailey, lionheart in the sky. November 8, 1970-July 12, 2012. Rest in peace Buddy, child of my dreams.