It is eight twenty eight
and it's getting late...

Some say I sound rehearsed,
that my rhymes are nursed...

Give the ball a shake
what have you to lose...

Coming to the end of the relay race
Need about ten more for second place...

Guardian Angel Crossing Bridge was in my mind
the most inspirational painting I could find...

We often think of worth in stacks of money
also we think of sweet, in combs of honey...

There is no dog
it's plain to see...

We gazed at the orange sunset while we were still...
Without a single thought about how everything ends...

There is a balance of using and abusing
that took me a long time to discover...

It is latter in the morning, a new day.
Seems I never run out of things to say...

In this modern computer day and age
it's hard for me to stay on the same page...

In the jungle the Lion is number one
it's natural enemies are next to none...