He came from Looneyville, Texas,
and he damn sure lived up to its name,
traveled all over the country doing crazy things.
He got drunk and kissed cars in Punta Gorda, Fla,
thrown in the pokey for public intoxication.
Somersaulted off a train in Little Rock, Ak,
broke an arm and nearly died.
Howled at the moon in San Fran, Ca,
got arrested for disturbing the peace.
Last I heard he moved to Odd, Wv,
felt it was a place where he could fit in,
marry a like minded wife and raise
a family of sixteen crazy kids.
Bob Boyd
Author: BobBoyd
Age 80. Cancer survivor since 3 years ago. Work out 3 times a week. Ride my exercise bike 2 hours a day. Live a solo reclusive life. Retired a year ago from working with the elderly in a nonprofit. Started writing poetry a little over a year ago; most poems I write are fictional but some are not. Spiritual with a permanent spiritual experience. Write poems on many subjects. Always researching for many of my poems and because of my unquenchable thirst for knowledge. After reading and hearing about many near death experiences and death bed visions, I believe death is the ultimate awakening and the relocation of a lifetime. You may believe differently, but you have the right to be wrong -- I'm just messing with you. :-)
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