Farmer Bob's Emporium of Urbicultural Apocalyptica

I've been such a fool. Let me see if I can make amends to Mr. Limbaugh...

I'm sorry, Rush, that I'm not wealthy enough to kick-in more stimulus taxes. Ooops... I'm sorry I said that!

Wait. Let me get this right. Let me visit the official I'm Sorry Rush Apology Machine. I suggest you do, too.


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Bob........Why so sarcastic...

ps I still want my Apple....

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Glacial Age by Bob6stringer | iCompositions - Music

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People who love in proximity near
Glow with a magic, no practice can perfect
And if their souls wander and light disappears
Two hearts once joined can't fully disconnect

But lives are imperfect, there's sad with the good
Each stout soul grows with roots of its own
Long after tree's gone, the rings in the wood
Reborn in woodcraft, the new and the known

And if for a time nothing quite meshes
The roots nature of thins is all bark, no roots just rough
If when all seems lost what thing refreshes?
The glass half-full is the one to drink up

Our nature can nourish or it can flood
Like rain it can ruin or renew or help us grow old
Too much of a good thing is just too much
Our love is the sewer that keeps it controlled
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