time no longer remembers our feeble sins
Coyotes and hawksÂ
And rattlesnakesÂ
Boulders that are cool to the touchÂ
Snowmelt streamsÂ
Above in the Sierra NevadaÂ
That flow into cold riversÂ
Below in the central valleyÂ
People without and people withÂ
Some rain and flooding in the winterÂ
Some fire and smoke in the summerÂ
An earthquake anytimeÂ
Northern CaliforniaÂ
Things I knowÂ
James Lee JobeÂ
We are all failures—at least the best of us are.
J.M. Barrie
Wilson Pickett - Everybody Needs Somebody To Love
These hard years have covered life with lovely red roses, up and down, from here to there, until time no longer remembers our feeble sins. One rose holds a special magic, being so large and so soft that god sleeps on the easy petals, and is so deeply red that darkness visits just to know beauty. In this manner the slow eons of eternity pass by, up and down, from here to there, and the scent of roses blesses one and all, the sweetness of a life, of being alive, a lesson of the soul, the love of the roses.Â
James Lee JobeÂ
As long as I'm learning something, I figure I'm OK - it's a decent day.Â
Hunter S. Thompson
These poemsÂ
Are my woodpileÂ
My firewoodÂ
And everydayÂ
I chop more woodÂ
To build the pile highÂ
For winterÂ
James Lee JobeÂ
Don’t sweat the petty things and don’t pet the sweaty things.
George Carlin
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