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Cancer Strikes Again

Face the Heavens,Look your Answers will fill the Skies.

http://artandelephants.wordpress.comThis is really gloom and doom as I sit here deciding what to do. Oh well I’ll be asleep in a few. But wait new pictures on my gallery.

This is not a fun thing to hear.
This is not a fun thing to hear.

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Airport Confusion wiped free by a Gallery Excursion

Airport Confusion wiped free by a Gallery Excursion.

When you can’t Breath? Just whistle?

rewritteen how lucy and I snuggled like kittens.

Face the Heavens,Look your Answers will fill the Skies.

This is a song Lucy and I wrote

I am an old elephant, sitting alone
Too old for new friends, no one to phone
The only family is me
Am I the last carcus in history

Lung cancer again is here
Three times already still I fear
It’my fate, too little, too late
Not enough lungs to operate

the chorus:
Can we have cake,celebrate another year
Too big a struggle, another year,
Together we snuggle while we’re here here
boo hoo, boo hoo, boo hoo

ascension ready? ascension ready?

lucy and I have been friends for years, we mentally telepathate
We have similiar health conditions and love each other with all our might. God Bless You Lucy, You too Barb

Lucy holds me with her trunk Lucy holds me with her trunk

Chemo is all they know
Poison srivels doesn’t grow
Alternate meat sent
Doesn’t equal treatment

Is this the Santuary town
No No, no ones around
The Zoo has Lucy chained in her mind

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When you can’t Breath? Just whistle?

This is a song Lucy and I wrote

I am an old elephant, sitting alone
Too old for new friends, no one to phone
The only family is me
Am I the last carcus in history

Lung cancer again is here
Three times already still I fear
It’my fate, too little, too late
Not enough lungs to operate

the chorus:
Can we have cake,celebrate another year
Too big a struggle, another year,
Together we snuggle while we’re here here
boo hoo, boo hoo, boo hoo

ascension ready?

ascension ready?

lucy and I have been friends for years, we mentally telepathate
We have similiar health conditions and love each other with all our might. God Bless You Lucy, You too Barb

Lucy holds me with her trunk

Lucy holds me with her trunk

Chemo is all they know
Poison srivels doesn’t grow
Alternate meat sent
Doesn’t equal treatment

Is this the Santuary town
No No, no ones around
The Zoo has Lucy chained in her mind
Is she the only elephant left on the ground

Where is my spirit? the zoo took her soul?
Chemo burned out my spirit left a big hole
How can we ascend ? Where do we go?
Sunshine send us a letter cuz we gotta know.

Back in your Own Backyard and “Yes I chopped down the Cherry Tree”

A post titled “3 songs that influenced me,” with only one song seemed a travesty. No one called me on it. My 23 fans were obviously fanning else where, and obviously I had No Regrets, which is a tune I almost forgot.

Back in your Own Backyard is based on a fable that overlooked gifts close at hand may be better than a far away dream. It’s a beautiful sentiment that displays man’s so called nature of always wanting more. Forgetting the things he sought were right there under his nose; however Al Jolson sang it to the troops during WWII and it wasn’t the most uplifting, rather mournful tune.

George Washington is quoted as saying Yes Dad I did it, but that was an lie written
by a biographer to add character to George’s childhood. The things you can learn , another shared tidbit is George did not have wooden teeth but many alternatives,including one set from Kleenex to keep his cheek puffed out for a portrait.

Now for a last attempt to add strength to my choice, is a lovely tale, mine, about a seed that I found at my grandmother’s house. The seeds swirled through the air like boomer rang. Where should I plant it Mother? She thoughtlessly replied to her child that it would never grow. Plant it under the window. Surprisedingly it grew and the roof caved in.
Unreal but after hearing Al Jolson sing this song and his peculiar choice to soldiers abroad, I could almost hate it but the sentiment alone makes it swell in my soul.
I agree, Billie Holiday does it better.

Back in your Own Backyard

Back in your Own Backyard