Uphill Battle (TBT)

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“Snow and then some!”

Uphill Battle 

Ride, ride, ride your bike
Gently up the hill
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life is but a chill

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The End of Colour for TBT: five

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October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes

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“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

The End of Colour

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The End of Colour for TBT: three

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Poetry, photography, tales and things that nature!

October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes

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“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

The End of Colour

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The End of Colour for TBT: four

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October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes

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“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

The End of Colour

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The End of Colour for TBT: seven

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October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes

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“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

The End of Colour

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The End of Colour for TBT: two

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October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes

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“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

The End of Colour

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The End of Colour for TBT: one

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October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes

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“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

The End of Colour

This is the end of colour
Of the pain and sorrow!
The October rain
Finally came
Lashed down the leaves
Now it’s just heaps
Of gray on the ground
No colour to be found
It is the end of colour

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The End of Colour for TBT: six

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October, the month of wellingtons and mackintoshes

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“Now Autumn’s fire burns slowly along the woods and day by day the dead leaves fall and melt” William Allingham

The End of Colour

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The Definition of God? (TBT)

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“God is the most popular star in human history:
Loved, hated, or talked about by almost every person ever walked on planet Earth”

The Definition of God?

When I was a very young child, I thought God was an old, largely built man with white hair and beard, sitting on a cloud, playing his harp.

To be fair, I may also have confused God with Santa Claus, since they basically share the same appearance, apart from the red suite and reindeer.

When I was a child of school age, God was the magician who granted wishes through prayer.

Maybe I have watched too many Harry Potter movies? Rubeus Hagrid had a similar, albeit darker setup going on as the God image from my childhood.

When I was a teenager, before and during the Confirmation School, God was the guy starring in the Bible.

Or was it Charlton Heston?

When I reached maturity and got more spiritual, the definition of God started to get more blurred from a “person” to a “being” type thing.

Watching the X-Files and other alien types of “documentaries” did not help. Was God a “dude in a white beard” or some type of alien being after all?

Now in my fifties, comfortable in my own skin and being, my definition of God has definitely been clarified:

God is a very hot mature lady:
Prancing around in a sparkly red and extremely short skin tight dress. 
Wearing six inch stiletto heels.
She likes things done her way (and only her way).
Arguing with her is pointless and resistance is futile.
You are clearly aware if she is not pleased or happy.
In her spare time she drives around in a red sports car.
And, likes her drinks shaken not stirred.

PS. She may also be a drag queen.

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Good God Get a Grip Girl! (TBT)

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“No tea, no shade honey!” RuPaul’s Drag Race

Good God Get a Grip Girl!

You may
Think
You’re the
Cat’s meow
But let’s see
How you
Really feel
After I
Tell you
About
What you
Actually are

I’m not
Trying to
Come for you
Offend you
Upset you
Or even
Resent you
In any way

But this is
What it is
How it is
Really like

Why
Don’t you
Give yourself
A really good
Look in
The mirror
And tell me
Can you
Get a grip
On it!

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