Phil Easy Welborn
High Point, North Carolina, USA
Phil Easy WelbornHigh Point, North Carolina, USA |
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Like my granddaddys and my daddy, I am a greasy working man. To a few ladies I am a man of poetry and roses. I thank God everyday for my breath, and being able to work. |
Undaunted And Dauntless I BeWhen would there to say,The stirring starts again on that day. I will launch thd campaign as of old That of Alexander and Napoleon Was told!!! But not for greed power or land! or lust! But to win her precious heart, That I must. That French blood simmering down in me Endearments of my lips, Flying off a building on a kite, Anything for the attention of this one and only (She) Will I put it crude (woman-it's you alone I need) Or will I put it lewd: To kiss each cheek of your butt, drink wine Out of your navel, drop down on my knees, Beg you for marriage, and have my babies. Dauntless I will be nothing short Of a thirty eight round will stop me! Or will I try to overpower the one and only (she) With rooms full of roses and endless poems About her precious place for all to see! When that French simmering undauntably Comes to a boil, I must win her precious heart, You see, because I am undaunted and dauntless I be. | Lady GlowPretty she is, eighteen to eighty,This fool lays out his money for glow Spoken words of endearment on my lips Bouquet in their arms, always just for glow, Always a crave I have, like a flaming desire Besides the smile of a child There is nothing like lady glow | No Quarrel In MeYou can smell the grinding in theirspirits, See the upset in their eyes Murmurs from the side of their mouths, Others a depression so black it clothes them I look to God again and say: "Please let not there be no quarrel in me" I am tired of crossing thin lines of despite, hearing lies- we care My tools of trade being taken, gone my worthless roues that roam "Please I say, let not there be no quarrel in me" For my life five times I've had to fight with God's help I've made it right Through these steps let not there be a quarrel in me To my life, whatever the future holds, Let it be easy, no quarrel in me. |