Where's the song ~~ "Don't let your daughters grow up to marry a Cowboy" ?

​​​​​​​Life is tough! Requires hard physical work, long, long days of pain, dirt, and broken fingernails.​
​Days of frigid cold & scorching heat; through the dust & mud; daybreak into the darkness of nite~~​
​the heart & body becomes toughened & weathered replicating leather!​
​A forever constant factor for a real Cowboy's Wife is tons of sweat, oceans of tears and a constant 'drought' in the wallet!​
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​​​​​​​​​IF​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ she wants to spend anytime at all with her Cowboy, she must do as he does, you become partners!​
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​​​​​​Kick off your boots, grab a cup of coffee, sit back and envision yourself in my life!​
​... It really isn't that bad! There are many rewards to be had to make it a great lifestyle! ...​ ​​​​​​​


Showing posts with label Daffodils. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Daffodils. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

I Began to Shake...

...Rattle and Roll!


Singing~ Oh, Shake shake shake, shake shake shake,

Shake your booty! Shake your booty!

Oh, shake shake shake, shake shake shake,

Shake your booty!


Shake your booty. WoWohoo,Yeah!

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There I was~ .."just a-walkin' down the street,
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singin' "Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
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Snappin' her fingers and shufflin' her feet, singin'
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"Do wah diddy diddy dum diddy do"
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Then~ I. Felt. the. Earth. Move..
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Under. my. Feet...
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Shake your booty.WoWohoo,Yeah!


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"Daffodils"
William Wordsworth(1804)

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o'er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.
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Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
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The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:
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For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.