About Ray

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North East Ohio, United States
Good or bad, I encourage everyone to post comments (constructive critics prefered) about what ever you may read below. I'm no great writer, but I have fun with it. Hope you enjoy. Editors NOTE: For the record...I have included some poems that I wrote while being in sad/dark places. Writting down those feelinigs and thoughts would help get perspective on being sad. So I included them just to say, if you have ever felt this way, you are not alone. Write your own feelings down. Read over them and maybe share them with someone you love/who loves you. Don't let it bottle up.

Wednesday, August 07, 2019

Sing to the tune of "I'll Be Home For Christmas"


Sing to the tune of:
“I’ll be home for Christmas”


“I want a comb for Christmas”

I want a comb for Christmas
My hairs in disarray
Tangled strands, from the badlands
An Armageddon bouquet
The wind and rain have tousled
My mop like a rag doll
I want a comb for Christmas
My hair holds me in thrall
 


I want a comb for Christmas
In a pinch a pick would do
The critter nests, almost infest
I’ll also need shampoo
My barber has abandoned
All hope without full shave
I want a comb for Christmas
I’ll be waiting in my Cave

Image result for captain caveman christmas© 2018 
Merry Christmas 2018
Happy New Year 2019
From the mind of:
Ray W.
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