Willie Nelson was talked about last evening by a musician.

I devoured enormous quantities of: Soup, hummus, bread,

a tiny thimble-full-porter, bread, salsa, and butter treats.

I do admit to consuming too many chocolate chip cookies.

There was:`dance, bongos, cymbals, guitars. Oh, fabulous.

The young folk are back into hoopla, hoops. Hoola hoops.

It's was art, as good as it gets, from college to old codger.

Festivity. Amazing. What a wonderful bash get-together.

A four years old played the bongos and talked:`Practice!

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Then, I've nothing against Caroline Kennedy. I remember.

When I was DRAFTED to Nam's triple canopy foliage trees.

Ugh. Chemical companies were spraying the Vietnamese.

The invaders doused rice field, waterways, and troops.

The sick militarism struck my psyche. But, I remember.

DRAFT. A war, and how naive, and full of indiscretions?

Front page news: Ted Kennedy/Chappaquidick Bridge.

I looked at the snow capped mountain. Off to a war.

A war that was 10,000 miles away. Why go to Nam?

Why die in a MotherLand for a Big Lie? OY Political.

Well, back to Willie Nelson's Sunday Morning blues.

I woke up and drank one beer, and it taste so good.

So, I said:`It went down so smooth, I do drunk two.

apologies Willie Nelson. But, I sure feel like a cookie.

The poison. The ignorance. Slaughter. A Hill is Mute.

The Organic farm standards investigate family farms.

Great. The reason is to protect bodily heath. Oh Well?

And the experiences we share can kill, or inform USA.

Marge Piercy says:`What kills the insect will eventually,

KILL a human being. How can one find words? Oy Mute.

She also wrote:`Sleeping with Cats, and `Three Women.

She (Marge Piercy) is a literary icon, social activist, poet.

I never listed to the news for seven years after Vietnam.

It was too much pain, grief, or what war don't kill? Yikes.

Listening to pro-war politicians may kill eventually? O Yes.

No drink beer on Sunday morning. Eat more sugar cookies.

I know I'll flop in to UT, toot, and floooosh.

It's sorta rude, evocative, and not smooth.

No shoes, no shoo fly pie, no shut mouth.

Why? It's not easy to explain to the public.

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I've said I enjoy the post-reads and comments. What does El Cid think about rice and chicken soup? The Iran Contra was a turbulent wake-up on another level. My escape to a Garden preoccupation was interrupted. *In the second to last paragraph I'll mistakenly read: *Guardian* (So, others teach and inform.)

as *"Serious Gardeners"* will advocate... It's a precondition? Shoo Fly Pie, and venison soup was delicious nutriment last night. HUH. I'm reflecting on the good post, second to last paragraph before the Updates. No weird.

But, athe Gathering of Yokels last night?

O Hoola Hoops dance to bongo beats!

Serious. I was amazed at youths skills!

Ay Solstice Pot Luck Fire? What a Bash!

Wow. Ay 20-35 yr. olds with the GED?

What I'm saying? Apolitical people care.

Education pursuits.. Oops... Bright Folk,

are disgusted. The see via DC's FRAUDS.

Soon we'll hear from MTP-Malady Rice?

My thoughts are off:`Organic Standards.

It makes sense to me. I am No politician.

Compassus.. "toss a dime" Lend a dime?

No eat too many chocolate chips cookies.

I'll read FRESHFARM Market. Shop Dupont!

Google FRESHFARM Market's web site? Ya.

Stock up for the Season. Buy Sock Stuffers.

Ponder ethics. Long term loss. Planet dies?

Preservation:`Health, Earth, Disease/Cures!

Yes. Consider long term Health of Everything.

What are the AFFECTS. AgroEcology? O. Oops.

Chemical toxins, etc, My mind thinks in apolitical ways. It took nearly six-months to learn the web language. But, I have said:` I enjoy and learn? Go to Starbucks and ask for a glass of smooth, delicious, prune juice? It goes down smooth and is evocative. Ethics or economics?

Preserve a planet? Yes!

Preserve a sane worlds.

Eat Raab. Brussels Sprouts? huh.

Rape and plunder? Eat Celeriac?

Turnips, Kohlrobi, Leeks, Scallions? Yeh.

Delicata, Butternut, and Hubbard Squash? okay.

Save up for long/short HEALTH. Values. Stock Up.

Bahumingbird @ 9:46. You wondered:`What's a 'shote'...

A shote is a little pig that's just been weaned on a platter.

It's a true sausage. Nut, no link ay Jim Mauntage's signature.

Sip. Whine. Gulp Adam's wine. Sit with wobegone and Jebbie.

It's the most potent beverage. Adam's wine is pure plain water.

It's often has a small pittance of ale served in dungeon prisons.

Adams's ale cost $1.98. If William Timberman was here he's buy.

Billy Timberman debates that we at UT need pumpkin pie and ale.

What if Adam was tempted by Eve with a orange pumpkin? Horror.

Men would type with a huge Adam's pumpkin hanging on a keyboard.

No tease. No use any boondocks ... O Hick WT Billy, slang colloquialism.

I miss William Timberman. Billy T. was a rare geezer @ UT. A gentleman.

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Turn the volume down. The quality of the voice makes some possums cry.

The chickens in the barnyard are cackling. Maybe they will be fired chicken?

It takes about three hours to poke a dead person who lays on a funeral pyre.

O well, I best be skipping up the hill to the greenhouse for some hardy lettuce.

I hate a smell of flesh cooking. Go to India post- 28,000 people dead post-quake.

Earthquakes from a underground weapon testing really make farmers cry out loud.

O well, focus on the green moss on the north side of red oak trees. That sounds better.

Solo- Sad. Sallow faces. Ya hear the cry of anguish in the politicians nasty, grating voice?

We can be Rosarians? Grow rose gardens.

Maybe after the honest and fair hearings?

It's legal. Grow roses in the misty garden.

Pluck Rose Bud Tea. A law approves that.

Nothing wrong with sniffs of those petals.

Watch out for swarms of bees, ants, fleas.

Glenn. Maybe you have a reason.

I've a few private thoughts too.

It's done as innocent banter.

To squelch a voice? okay.

A part of me reflects.

I'll be respectful.

You blog.

I'll farm?