Bill Hole had feelings he couldn't explain..


Amazing people..

The world keeps on spinning

And they look merry as they seem busy

I want to touch a cat 

Who refuses as usual

It is Mama Kitty

Mother to three litters

And deep down I know she cares

Protecting the hearts of the street

While finding invisible mice 

Underneath the sacred tree

We all love this dear cat
 
Who is often calm and silent.
 
 
Not the actual one, but close enough.

Bill Hole was feeling good and so was his new dog.


Neat..


Neat..


My last smoke!

I must admit to have inhaled

And emitted something smokey and unusual

It was better than a pickle

Which never lights on fire

Yet with a cough I did

And my face changed colors

There was a flash of lightning

And I quit the damn thing forever!
 
 



Things could be a lot worse!