I miss the days Of daily newspapers and three channels on tv and two (mainly) on the radio I miss the days When everyone mostly said and read the heard the same thing I miss the days Of reading the Saskatoon Star Phoenix And the Snap and crinkle and woosh and sigh Of the paper being read I miss the days Of friendliness When everyone was listening to the same voices (mostly) And laughing at the same jokes I miss the days Of daily cartoons (the best ones ending up on the fridge or the bulletin board at work) I miss the weekend funny papers And racing to see them first I miss the days When 'See you in the funny papers' Meant something Don't you?
Don’t You Wish
Don’t you wish you could gather up all your favorite people And Have coffee And Drink wine And Eat Cake And Chips (with dip) And Laugh And Cry And Listen And Talk (over and under and with) And Love And And Don’t you?
Asthma Attack
Desperate Wild eyed Unhinged I stagger beneath the weight Of My Man child in arms He can’t breathe Help me Help them Help us Help I’m not Desperate for You Poppa Not like this Not Help me Help them Help us Help Help Poppa Help
Somebody
Somebody gotta rock the baby
Somebody gotta rock
Somebody gotta rock the baby
Somebody gotta rock
Somebody gotta walk the baby
Somebody gotta walk
Somebody gotta walk the baby
Somebody gotta walk
Somebody gotta love the baby
Somebody gotta love
Somebody gotta love the baby
Somebody gotta love
Somebody Somebody
Some Some
Me Me Me
Me
Instinct
Lucy knows (just like the kids knew) That Sleeping on my side of the bed Means That she can stay (smart puppy)
Perfect day
Swirling snow Mirrored mountains Perfect pines Silent sheep Docile Does My brother and I A Perfect day