Time Decimater

Wow. One of the bad things about going through an old box of pictures is that you find old pictures of yourself. Ahh, the days when I was thin and handsome, and yes, had a moustache. And Troy...younger, thinner, and more handsome, and taller too. (He couldn't grow a moustache) He just had to beat me at everything. Truth known...I was a better basketball player...I just couldn't spell HORSE. Anyway, here is a little photo I found for ya'alls amusement. Grins!





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Deep Laughter by Skinton

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Deep abandoned well

Well, If you've checked...you've noticed that Clint really doesn't have any deep thoughts. The 'well of deep thoughts' is evidently dry (for me anyway). Actually, I've been kinda busy with the baby thing. Perhaps I will find the time to start adding some shallow thoughts to this blog one day soon. Perhaps... work my way up to a deep thought.......get it? Up vs. deep? Oh never mind!

Painful Poem for Graciela

Our daughter Grace, went in today,
To have four teeth removed.
'Twas something that she needed done
To have her smile improved.

There was no doubt she was concerned,
Yet she tried to be so strong.
Though deep inside I'm sure she felt...
The Doctor must be wrong.

Though she was scared and dreading it,
She tried not to be weak.
But now and then most quietly...
Her eyes would sometimes leak.

The deed was done with cruelty
By a Doctor 'Old and Mean'!
And a sadder face on Graciela...
Had never yet been seen.

We brought her home and laid her down,
She was in sooo much pain.
We hoped the blood that she would drip...
Would fail to leave a stain.

Dad would try to make her laugh,
And then her smile would show.
But not too long - we'd see again...
Her tears begin to flow.

It was a sad day for us all
We each put forth a tear.
When we were forced to see the pain...
Of our poor daughter dear.

But one day we will look at her
And see a perfect smile...
Then, we'll know that it was worth,
This sad and painful trial!

Love, Dad