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D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

D. Thurmond Aka Jef (James Everett Falcon)

Be Sure

Dreams are much like stepping-stones
That you’re placing on muddy ground,
Be sure your foothold is secure
Before you lay the next one down.

(1974)

Rewitten many times, same message. Author name: JEF ... James Everett Falcon

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Didn't you?

Just had to be in front of me, Didn’t you? All the lanes were yours, Right back there. Sixty-something in a fourty,
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Miracles, Small

Some pray and ask for miracles, {But you do them every day}, They seem to think that you should… Some mountain ... pass away. All the proof is in your deeds,
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Raise A Song

The melodies within the soul Can accelerate the hours, Songs to God about his love And all His wondrous powers. No foolish thoughts cloud the mind
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Perceptions

What can I say about a Rainbow That has never been said before; Or the emotional wonder of a star… That array of lights on heaven’s d… How do I express a mountain breez…
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If You Try

In Among the roses There are odd ones You can see them Now and then
New Beginnings

Billy Snide took the evening tide To the land of New Beginnings He took his heart, he took his dog… And he took his Lottery winnings. It wasn’t far past his former haun…
The Flea and the Farmer

Fiddle A. Dee, the hopping flea Hopped right onto the dog. The dog scratched here, The dog scratched there, Then the flea hopped on a Hog.
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In Case He Comes Knocking

Under an Oval Moon, a gold Doubl… Fell heavily upon the ship-lap bar… A man with a hook instead of a han… Wiped sweat from his brow and utte… “We’ll have rum laced with lime.
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A Quilters's Prayer

Dear Lord, there were times when I wove the fiber of my being into the fabric of my life and each time that it unraveled it left a patch behind,
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4th Day of Wisdom

Along the fourth day of wisdom I found Chance She wasn’t someone that I really cared to know So I made excuses
"Oregon"

Like waves of the sea, The grain fields moved, Grasping the ambulant eye. In this place of the beaver, The lumberjack and weaver;
"Somehow"

There is someone’s sad song In each lonely heartache, There is some kind of beauty In a face stained with tears. There is someone for each one
Bobby’s Haunted House

In Irish tales Of ships and sails And foggy glens With spirits bright There comes a tale
“For Fear of the Yonder”

Just above graves there are distre… Caused by forces that have no cont… And they set about motions, like w… That linger in the air and snatch-… You can’t see or hear as the force…
Irish Poems

The Banshee wailed as I said to the sea “One more sunrise before I die” JE Falcon
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