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Monday, September 21, 2015

Old Faithful

I want to be reliable like that
Church every Sunday
Remember every birthday
Kiss my daughter's knee every time she falls down

But I want to be unpredictable
You never know what to expect
I keep you on your toes
Fun to be around
More alive than a robot,
a clock,
a machine
Something you can't program

I want no one to count on me
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9 comments:

  1. Connor OlveraSeptember 21, 2015 at 9:09 PM

    Amen

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  2. Erin McDonaldSeptember 21, 2015 at 9:23 PM

    i keep reading this and i dont know if i understand

    but i think

    my heart agrees

    ReplyDelete
  3. UnknownSeptember 21, 2015 at 10:43 PM

    I want no one to count on me. *Nelson Grunt*
    But I want to be able to count on everyone. Even if it doesn't work like that.

    ReplyDelete
  4. Hayley TannerSeptember 22, 2015 at 10:18 PM

    So many selfies happening in that picture it hurts.
    Still got is Nels

    ReplyDelete
  5. Madeline McSeptember 24, 2015 at 5:42 PM

    i always think about this.

    being unpredictable is the best way to be.

    ReplyDelete
  6. KetchikanSeptember 24, 2015 at 9:42 PM

    Saved my marriage

    ReplyDelete
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    1. NelsonSeptember 25, 2015 at 6:39 AM

      you're not even married, this doesn't make sense

      Delete
    2. AnonymousSeptember 30, 2015 at 3:16 PM

      It makes perfect sense nelson...

      Delete
  7. Joan JettOctober 16, 2015 at 9:45 PM

    I was the reason my boyfriend just lost he's fefa game because I made him read this .... Worth it

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