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 Yankee BlueBloods Misc 9/12/2017
 A STRANGERS LOVE  Inspirational Poems 1/3/2015
 'CHASING DREAMS' Inspirational Poems 1/27/2013
 LIFE'S HIGHWAY Insight 1/18/2013
 DIVINE FLOWER  Insight 1/18/2013
 Mother In The Wind Unrequited Love 1/5/2013
 Willows Misc 12/30/2012
 This Thing Called Life Insight 10/27/2012
 Your Kiss Love 10/23/2012
 A DAY OF LOVE Love 10/21/2012
 'Journey On My Friend' Life 10/21/2012
 'Diamond Eyes' Love 10/20/2012
 THE ROSE Misc 10/19/2012
 'EVERY SEASON' Misc 10/13/2012
 'Time Passes On' Misc 10/13/2012
 'FLY ON' Life 10/13/2012
 'THE MOMENT' Love 10/13/2012
 'Oh to be Young' Mature Audience 10/13/2012
 'A Day of Love' Misc 10/13/2012
 'Forever in Time' Love 10/13/2012
 'Snow Falls' Misc 10/12/2012
 'Remember Days Of Innocence' Inspirational Poems 10/11/2012
 'Do You Remember' Love 10/11/2012
 'MEETING SHINE' Love 10/10/2012
 BURN The Pain of Love 10/9/2012

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Yankee BlueBloods

                                             'Yankee Blue Bloods'

We summer jammed hard in late oceans breeze,
steel blue guitars smoking those notes with ease,

Growing up Yankee blue bloods, man we had it all,
pickin with the Greenland boys, springtime, summer, fall.

We haven't hit the Jukebox, or all this worlds a stage,
we just keep on strumming, getting better with old age.

Backyard parties, good harmony, we were gathered all in song,
Skynard, Floyd, Bad Company, has it really been that long?!?

Tearing up the strings all night, we were blazing to the beat,
kicking back with cheap old Beer, just tryin to kill the heat.

Ya'll remember Zeppelin, singing Grateful Dead with Richie B,
rolling, laughin,raising hell, Freddie Carter and Ole J.C.

Chicks were just as fun and hot, the steel guitars caught fire,
we all seemed to groove as one, as the music took us higher

They play a little slower now, coz good wisdom take its place,
the steel guitars still scream out loud, filling that empty space.

Lay your weary head right down, and rest in silence Richie B,
One last time we play for you, Marshall Tucker's 'Can't You See'

Growing up Yankee blue bloods, man we had it all,
still holdin on to childhood dreams, before we take that Fall.

Growing up Yankee blue bloods, man we had it all..............
Yea, Growing up Yankee Blue Bloods, Man we had it all!

Dedicated to Our Leader; Richard (Richie B.) Brackett;

By: Tom Caswell 8/16
(c) 2016, All Rights Reserved;

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