Well that maybe
I live in a tiny house tucked away behind some nice big trees
Just me a old man and the dawgone dawg
my daughter shutters when I open my mouth
Cause I explain to the grand kids what my cobwebs are about
You see I'm only human ain't nothing saintly about me
So God sent angels to watch over me
The cobwebs well that's where they rest when another squadron of angel's takes over, they really do have their hands full watching over me..
Muddy foot prints now their really great.. If I lose something I can back track myself instead of racking my brain
The dust on the table no white glove shall touch
Cause my grandma always told me eventually we all would return to dust.. So if the dust happens to be a ancestor or two visiting me
They shall not be disturbed while visiting me..
When I open my doors or maybe a window God will move them when the time is right..
My door is always open and I always have time to visit
cause I know whats important..
It's not the dust, cobwebs or muddy footprints or dishes in the sink
It's all about Family, and Friends who walk through that door..
Never will I have to say
I wish I would a could a, should a
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Humor is the spice in life, especially when you feel you just cannot get your everyday tasks done..
Yep and if you move them before their ready to go More will come to visit..
I always wondered where that dust came from... it was just the ancestors visiting!
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