Super Heros

Angels, fairies, and pixies are the girls that I know, every day earth angels, for the smiles, for the joys and the laughter of the friends on the side lines. Friends, family members, saints and sinners at the forks in the road, take the high road, not the easy roads. Sails on the boats of the seas of changes, butterflies out for the colors of the sunny dazes on the shores. Hope for the best, and get ready for the pits in the bowls of cherries. Lemons for the sugar and spices for the girls to make the most of the bumps in the road, and drinks made of the lemons, dodging the rocks under the sands of time.

Races with the horses, races with the rats, races for the sinners and the saints, races for the frogs, freaks, and fool, chances to change, lessons complete, or mistakes still to correct. Lessons learned the first time is best, but take all the time needed to learn the lessons well. 

What a life? What a nightmare for a life, dreams of the flipping of the cards, dreams of a better daze with out the trick, dreams of a better daze with a house, dreams of a host of angels full of sugar and spice for the girls in training. Gifts to share with the lessons learned daily bread for the sinners and the saints, wishes on a star. Hopes, prayers, wishes, desires floating, searching for places to land. Pieces of a dream in action, flipping the cards, flipping the coins, taking the high roads to greatness.

Flip the coins, good times to share, songs to sing. Once in hell with the whales on land, last a day and forever, hard to face the facts, that goodness and mercy was lost in this tribe of sinners and saints. Best to leave the snakes alone under the rocks, under the sand and surf, watching the ocean work day in and day out. Girls, girls and more girls, sugar and spice and everything nice, that is what girls are made of. Strangers to friends, lions, tigers, and bears, that sing songs together for the dances on the sands of time. Cycles to run, seasons to turn, butterflies out for the sunny dazes on the right side of the grave. Happy for the girls in the family tree, happy for the undead and the unstable girls in the family tree, happy and delighted with the lessons learned with the girls to women in my life. 

Happy for the time spent with my mothers, happy for the lessons learned with the stories told of another time in space. History and the stories recorded for the records of the LIFE in 70 years, and stories of the pictures in Time recorded for fifty years. Records of the good, records of the bad, records of the ugly, makes marked in time for the records recorded.

 Happy to be a teacher, happy to be a student, happy to learn the lessons of the gods from the earth, lessons of the laws of nature, lessons for the bumps in the roads. 
Sheri Jarrot, Cum drips pussy lickers 2.....Miranda Dawn: Satan Designs: 7608512267miranda-dawn.blogspot.com/2013/11/satan-designs.html.... Sheri and Rachel Jarrot, just cows to buffalo, or fag hags one and two, fly on Malcolm Gerstein's dime, and steal cars with AAA. Perfect family?Sheri Jarrot | La Quinta, California - Sales Spider...7603601613