tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1861631137083458402.post2869902136398235628..comments2020-03-02T15:35:03.142-08:00Comments on Groping for Focus: At War With the GrapefruitJim Fairbankshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11148978712384015752noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1861631137083458402.post-21970181741103614702010-12-06T02:33:08.279-08:002010-12-06T02:33:08.279-08:00I think I would stomp me some grapes then celebrat...I think I would stomp me some grapes then celebrate. Damn grapes. You go stomp you some grape. Stomp that grape. Stomp it stomp it stomp it, stomp it good, stomp it real good. Stomp stomp stomp stomp stomp, stomp stomp stomp, I feel the music, stomp stomp stomp, stomp stomp, stomp stomp stomp stomp, this is the rhythym of the night, the night, this is the rhythym of the night, the night, To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light.<br />Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind.<br />To the beat of the rhythm of the night,<br />oh, the rhythm of the night, oh yeah.<br />To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light.<br />Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind.<br />To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light.<br />Forget about the worries on your mind.<br />To the beat of the rhythm of the night, oh baby, Im crying.<br />Forget about the worries on your mind.<br />To the beat of the rhythm of the night, oh baby,<br />Forget about the worries on your mind.<br />The musics playing, its a celebration , the musics playing,<br />Everybody dance to the beat of the rhythm of the night<br />Forget about the worries on your mind, you can leave them all behind.<br />To the beat of the rhythm of the night, dance until the morning light........ <br /><br />johnniebaygase.blogspot.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09512171043271033419noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1861631137083458402.post-17398330077084118242010-11-25T15:16:48.455-08:002010-11-25T15:16:48.455-08:00That was me, Lea.That was me, Lea.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1861631137083458402.post-3237501814602872562010-11-25T15:15:27.249-08:002010-11-25T15:15:27.249-08:00Buddy, Well-written prose here. I'll hate the ...Buddy, Well-written prose here. I'll hate the grapefruit with you. You've been on my mind again today, Turkey Day. I ate ham and thought of you, too. ;-) It's not the meats, per se, but the HAM and TURKEY descriptions. XO!!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1861631137083458402.post-36957251834508300632010-11-24T07:01:18.451-08:002010-11-24T07:01:18.451-08:00Good God, Jim,
Talk about giving us a cliffhang...Good God, Jim, <br /><br />Talk about giving us a cliffhanger. Your carefree approach to your situation is encouraging. Here's a giant virtual hug. Thoughts and prayers and all that. And for the record, I've always detested grapefruit. Now, I hate them even more!Pattyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09623441538010455963noreply@blogger.com