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WillyToad*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6359797937232976852?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6359797937232976852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2011/08/please-join-me-now-on-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6359797937232976852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6359797937232976852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2011/08/please-join-me-now-on-facebook.html' title='WIllyToad* on FaceBook!!'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-1796758888067304286</id><published>2011-06-27T17:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-21T23:00:02.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'>(Un)Puzzled.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, Copyright June 27, 2011, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Un)Puzzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a puzzle,&lt;br /&gt;But it's clear to see,&lt;br /&gt;That I untangle you,&lt;br /&gt;And you resolve me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;             -WillyToad*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-240672068907567343</id><published>2011-05-05T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T09:39:00.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's About Time.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2011, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's About Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I've been in love,&lt;br /&gt;And I've been without,&lt;br /&gt;I have flown free,&lt;br /&gt;And been shot down,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about good,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about bad,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about me,&lt;br /&gt;Or what I have,&lt;br /&gt;It's about time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's about time that I found you,&lt;br /&gt;It's about time you changed my life,&lt;br /&gt;O', it's not about good,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about bad,&lt;br /&gt;It's about time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been on fire,&lt;br /&gt;And I've been all wet,&lt;br /&gt;I've given out,&lt;br /&gt;But ain't give up yet,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about right,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about me,&lt;br /&gt;Or what's my song,&lt;br /&gt;It's about time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's about time that I found you,&lt;br /&gt;It's about time you changed my life,&lt;br /&gt;O', it's not about right,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It's about time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I don't have to be someone,&lt;br /&gt;That shines a brighter light,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about me,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about you,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about us... it's about time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it's about time that I found you,&lt;br /&gt;It's about time you changed my life,&lt;br /&gt;O', it's not about good,&lt;br /&gt;It's not about bad,&lt;br /&gt;It's about time,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', it's not about you, me or us,&lt;br /&gt;It's about time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  -WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-240672068907567343?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/240672068907567343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-about-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/240672068907567343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/240672068907567343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2011/05/its-about-time.html' title='It&apos;s About Time.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-3358072828446300914</id><published>2011-04-08T02:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T02:39:34.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ms Watkins.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2011, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms Watkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been all around the sun,&lt;br /&gt;But my soul was never there,&lt;br /&gt;Lost each and every one,&lt;br /&gt;To the love I couldn't bear,&lt;br /&gt;In the wake of falling down,&lt;br /&gt;I see you near me,&lt;br /&gt;My voice a warning sound,&lt;br /&gt;But you don't hear me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', Ms Watkins,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you see,&lt;br /&gt;The endless pain,&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy in me,&lt;br /&gt;The reasons to love me,&lt;br /&gt;Are the same to love me not,&lt;br /&gt;The worst in me is best forgot,&lt;br /&gt;O', Ms Watkins,&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you've got,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the ocean meets the sky,&lt;br /&gt;You can see me burning out,&lt;br /&gt;In my heart a fading light,&lt;br /&gt;That will always bring you doubt,&lt;br /&gt;In the ashes that you stir,&lt;br /&gt;A flame is daunting,&lt;br /&gt;Even tho' I give my word,&lt;br /&gt;The truth is haunting,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', Ms Watkins,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you see,&lt;br /&gt;The endless pain,&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy in me,&lt;br /&gt;The reasons to love me,&lt;br /&gt;Are the same to love me not,&lt;br /&gt;The worst in me is best forgot,&lt;br /&gt;O', Ms Watkins,&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you've got,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', where did you go,&lt;br /&gt;Where can you go,&lt;br /&gt;O', yeah, where did you go,&lt;br /&gt;Where can you go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', love is love,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how it sounds,&lt;br /&gt;And truth is truth,&lt;br /&gt;Even when there's doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', Ms Watkins,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you see,&lt;br /&gt;The endless pain,&lt;br /&gt;The tragedy in me,&lt;br /&gt;The reasons to love me,&lt;br /&gt;Are the same to love me not,&lt;br /&gt;The worst in me is best forgot,&lt;br /&gt;O', Ms Watkins,&lt;br /&gt;You don't know what you've got,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', Ms Watkins,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if you see,&lt;br /&gt;O', Ms Watkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   -WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3358072828446300914?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3358072828446300914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2011/04/ms-watkins.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3358072828446300914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3358072828446300914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2011/04/ms-watkins.html' title='Ms Watkins.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-4513257877235041851</id><published>2011-01-14T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T15:21:25.012-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Billy &amp; Mandy (Butterflies &amp; Babydolls).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2011, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy &amp; Mandy (Butterflies &amp; Babydolls).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mandy &amp; Billy,&lt;br /&gt;Billy &amp; Mandy,&lt;br /&gt;True, true love,&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than candy,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos when he lies,&lt;br /&gt;He lies with her in bed,&lt;br /&gt;And when she cries,&lt;br /&gt;She cries happiness,&lt;br /&gt;And Mandy says,&lt;br /&gt;You still give me butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;Every single day,&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't even try,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart just melts away,&lt;br /&gt;And Billy says,&lt;br /&gt;You are still my babydoll,&lt;br /&gt;Every single night,&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't try at all,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart just burns on fire,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies &amp; babydolls,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies &amp; babydolls,&lt;br /&gt;Billy &amp; Mandy,&lt;br /&gt;Knows no fear,&lt;br /&gt;That in love,&lt;br /&gt;Won't disappear,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos when he screams,&lt;br /&gt;He screams with laughter,&lt;br /&gt;And when she runs,&lt;br /&gt;It's Billy she runs after,&lt;br /&gt;And Billy says,&lt;br /&gt;You are still my babydoll,&lt;br /&gt;Every single night,&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't try at all,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart just burns on fire,&lt;br /&gt;And Mandy says,&lt;br /&gt;You still give me butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;Every single day,&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't even try,&lt;br /&gt;But my heart just melts away,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies &amp; babydolls,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies &amp; babydolls,&lt;br /&gt;O', butterflies &amp; babydolls,&lt;br /&gt;When the world just ain't enough,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies &amp; babydolls,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing less than love,&lt;br /&gt;Mandy &amp; Billy,&lt;br /&gt;Billy &amp; Mandy,&lt;br /&gt;True, true love,&lt;br /&gt;Sweeter than candy,&lt;br /&gt;You still give me butterflies,&lt;br /&gt;You are still my babydoll,&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't even try,&lt;br /&gt;I know you don't try at all,&lt;br /&gt;Every single night,&lt;br /&gt;Every single day,&lt;br /&gt;My heart just burns on fire,&lt;br /&gt;My heart just melts away,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies &amp; babydolls,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies &amp; babydolls,&lt;br /&gt;Butterflies &amp; babydolls,&lt;br /&gt;My heart just melts away,&lt;br /&gt;Billy &amp; Mandy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   -WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-4513257877235041851?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/4513257877235041851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2011/01/billy-mandy-butterflies-babydolls.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4513257877235041851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4513257877235041851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2011/01/billy-mandy-butterflies-babydolls.html' title='Billy &amp; Mandy (Butterflies &amp; Babydolls).'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-5809688389598735710</id><published>2011-01-13T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T18:41:32.654-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Perfect Wedding Dress.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2011, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Perfect Wedding Dress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I really love the dress,&lt;br /&gt;But how perfect can it be,&lt;br /&gt;Until you're there inside it,&lt;br /&gt;Making promises with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   -WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-5809688389598735710?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/5809688389598735710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect-wedding-dress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5809688389598735710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5809688389598735710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2011/01/perfect-wedding-dress.html' title='The Perfect Wedding Dress.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-6786017269160444497</id><published>2010-12-09T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-09T09:31:03.804-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Who I Wanna Be (Us).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who I Wanna Be (Us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You kiss me and call me your angel,&lt;br /&gt;For the things I do for you,&lt;br /&gt;You’re simply amazed at how I handle,&lt;br /&gt;The things you just can’t do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s nothing amazing about me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I’m simply love you can trust,&lt;br /&gt;I know you love that about me,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe… that’s what makes me us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that’s what makes me us, baby,&lt;br /&gt;To live inside your need,&lt;br /&gt;O’, that’s what makes me us,&lt;br /&gt;And baby, that’s who I wanna be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sometimes cry with worry,&lt;br /&gt;But I always pull you through,&lt;br /&gt;When the world is on your shoulders,&lt;br /&gt;I (always) give my strength to you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s nothing super about me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;I’m simply love; that’s enough,&lt;br /&gt;I know you love that about me,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe… that’s what makes me us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that’s what makes me us, baby,&lt;br /&gt;To live inside your need,&lt;br /&gt;O’, that’s what makes me us,&lt;br /&gt;And baby, that’s who I wanna be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, I know you understand me, baby,&lt;br /&gt;The only one in the world who does,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos you’re the same for me,&lt;br /&gt;And maybe… that’s what makes you us,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, that’s what makes you us, baby,&lt;br /&gt;To live inside my need,&lt;br /&gt;O’, that’s what makes you us,&lt;br /&gt;And baby, that’s who you wanna be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, yeah; that’s what makes you,&lt;br /&gt;And that’s what makes me,&lt;br /&gt;That’s what makes us… us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   -WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6786017269160444497?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6786017269160444497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/12/who-i-wanna-be-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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2002, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Close My Eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat out in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Where I knew you liked to be,&lt;br /&gt;I sat there wishing you,&lt;br /&gt;Could be sitting there with me,&lt;br /&gt;And feeling that you might,&lt;br /&gt;Was enough to make me dream,&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and come alive,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the warm sun set me free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat out in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Where I knew you liked to roam,&lt;br /&gt;No stormy, darkened sky,&lt;br /&gt;Could send you running home,&lt;br /&gt;Just sitting in the rain,&lt;br /&gt;Was enough to let me know,&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and make it real,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the water hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat out all alone,&lt;br /&gt;Where I knew you’d not want me,&lt;br /&gt;I sat there wanting you,&lt;br /&gt;Pretending you could be,&lt;br /&gt;And knowing that you couldn’t,&lt;br /&gt;Was enough to make me scream,&lt;br /&gt;Close my eyes and feel the pain,&lt;br /&gt;Feel the lonely trapped in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3436560326208360628?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3436560326208360628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/12/close-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3436560326208360628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3436560326208360628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-681911768840356126?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/681911768840356126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/12/advice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/681911768840356126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/681911768840356126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/12/advice.html' title='Advice.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-8288171143487747011</id><published>2010-12-03T04:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T04:12:17.174-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When In Rome.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2003, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When In Rome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here in Rome,&lt;br /&gt;You’re on my mind,&lt;br /&gt;People all around,&lt;br /&gt;Drifting thru’ time,&lt;br /&gt;They seem to be,&lt;br /&gt;Happy this way,&lt;br /&gt;No one they need,&lt;br /&gt;Outside this place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Rome,&lt;br /&gt;Do as they do,&lt;br /&gt;When at home,&lt;br /&gt;Let love be true,&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot seem,&lt;br /&gt;To forget the truth,&lt;br /&gt;When in Rome,&lt;br /&gt;I still love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls all dance,&lt;br /&gt;The guys all swing,&lt;br /&gt;My heart endures,&lt;br /&gt;Thru’ everything,&lt;br /&gt;Here in the mix,&lt;br /&gt;I’m so alone,&lt;br /&gt;For those who live,&lt;br /&gt;Outside my soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Rome,&lt;br /&gt;Do as they do,&lt;br /&gt;When at home,&lt;br /&gt;Let love be true,&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot seem,&lt;br /&gt;To forget the truth,&lt;br /&gt;When in Rome,&lt;br /&gt;I still love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no moral obligation,&lt;br /&gt;That I lean on to be true,&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing here in Rome,&lt;br /&gt;Just the memories of you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that’s enough,&lt;br /&gt;Nothing but love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When in Rome,&lt;br /&gt;Do as they do,&lt;br /&gt;When at home,&lt;br /&gt;Let love be true,&lt;br /&gt;But I cannot seem,&lt;br /&gt;To forget the truth,&lt;br /&gt;When in Rome,&lt;br /&gt;I still love you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, when at home,&lt;br /&gt;Or here, in Rome,&lt;br /&gt;Or wherever I may go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, when in Rome,&lt;br /&gt;I still love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-8288171143487747011?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/8288171143487747011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-in-rome.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8288171143487747011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8288171143487747011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/12/when-in-rome.html' title='When In Rome.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-2429679472190821357</id><published>2010-12-02T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T11:31:53.827-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pray For The Day.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Pray For The Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the day,&lt;br /&gt;When justice comes thru’,&lt;br /&gt;When the media cares,&lt;br /&gt;Like they say that they do,&lt;br /&gt;When patriotism,&lt;br /&gt;Is red, white and blue,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the day,&lt;br /&gt;When justice comes thru’,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the day,&lt;br /&gt;When happiness reigns,&lt;br /&gt;When people don’t purposely,&lt;br /&gt;Bring others pain,&lt;br /&gt;When we all come together,&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to gain,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the day,&lt;br /&gt;When happiness reigns,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the day,&lt;br /&gt;When freedom is free,&lt;br /&gt;When the rich and the poor,&lt;br /&gt;Conquer their greed,&lt;br /&gt;When together we grow,&lt;br /&gt;And together we bleed,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the day,&lt;br /&gt;When freedom is free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the day,&lt;br /&gt;O’, I certainly do,&lt;br /&gt;But it takes more than me,&lt;br /&gt;It also takes you,&lt;br /&gt;So until you can see,&lt;br /&gt;Until you can say,&lt;br /&gt;We can all make it true,&lt;br /&gt;I pray for the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-2429679472190821357?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/2429679472190821357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-pray-for-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2429679472190821357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2429679472190821357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-pray-for-day.html' title='I Pray For The Day.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-1685943416006081635</id><published>2010-11-29T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T04:00:47.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Mrs. Gorano From Her 1991-92 Fourth Grade Class (But I’m Not Saying Who).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1992, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Mrs. Gorano From Her 1991-92 Fourth Grade Class (But I’m Not Saying Who).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gorano,&lt;br /&gt;There’s something that I know,&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t know if you know it too,&lt;br /&gt;But you know what I know,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gorano,&lt;br /&gt;I know to be absolute truth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know that your students were talkin’ ‘bout you,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what they said and do you know who,&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m going to tell you, that’s what I’m going to do,&lt;br /&gt;No, I really shouldn’t tell, but I could give you a clue,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There once was a boy named Paul,&lt;br /&gt;Who said these three things, said ‘em all,&lt;br /&gt;“She gives us a lot of Math”,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not kidding, he said that,&lt;br /&gt;“And barely any homework and a lot of science too”,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying who said it, but can you guess who,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn’t rat on my friends, no, not in the least,&lt;br /&gt;And to prove it I won’t tell you that Tegan said these,&lt;br /&gt;“Mrs. Gorano is good at science and math, by the way,&lt;br /&gt;But she gives us a lot of math, but that’s okay,&lt;br /&gt;We like being smart and we love art,&lt;br /&gt;And Mrs. Gorano is creative and smart”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, for certain I can’t tell you at all who said this,&lt;br /&gt;O’, no… not even if it really was Chris,&lt;br /&gt;He said, “she is good at science, sometimes she is hard,&lt;br /&gt;She does a lot of things”, but he didn’t say what they are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I didn’t know better I’d say someone’s a fink,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos somebody said what Valencia thinks,&lt;br /&gt;She said, “she looks nice and she is very tall”,&lt;br /&gt;Can you believe it… she said that, I can’t believe it at all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good science teacher, nice, smart, mother of two”,&lt;br /&gt;Do you know who said these things about you,&lt;br /&gt;“Wears dresses a lot, gives a lot of math”,&lt;br /&gt;I’m not saying who, but don’t think Shawna said that,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, Mrs. Gorano, o’ my goodness… and then,&lt;br /&gt;Someone said, “she attracts a lot of men”,&lt;br /&gt;O’, but I could never tell you, not ever… not me,&lt;br /&gt;But I will tell you that his name rhymes with Keith,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, Mrs. Gorano, now you know what I know,&lt;br /&gt;And now I know you know it too,&lt;br /&gt;And you know what I know,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gorano,&lt;br /&gt;I know to be absolute truth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there’s something that I know,&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Gorano,&lt;br /&gt;That you do not know in the least,&lt;br /&gt;I know who said those things, Mrs. Gorano,&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll never tell… no, not me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-1685943416006081635?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-5910831678838685768</id><published>2010-11-26T10:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-26T10:01:13.278-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss 'n' Make Up.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss ‘n’ Make Up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me once,&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me again,&lt;br /&gt;And your sparkling eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Give way to a grin,&lt;br /&gt;Then a smile becomes you,&lt;br /&gt;And instinctively,&lt;br /&gt;We’re together again,&lt;br /&gt;And living happily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-5910831678838685768?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/5910831678838685768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/11/kiss-n-make-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5910831678838685768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5910831678838685768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/11/kiss-n-make-up.html' title='Kiss &apos;n&apos; Make Up.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-2433552066921576508</id><published>2010-09-10T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T02:35:42.862-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Forever Begin.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © September 10, 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let Forever Begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary, you came into my life,&lt;br /&gt;I only wanted a friend,&lt;br /&gt;But you showed me,&lt;br /&gt;My greater need, now,&lt;br /&gt;Let forever begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Harley, you are so strong and brave,&lt;br /&gt;You make me wanna win,&lt;br /&gt;You turned around,&lt;br /&gt;My sad, sad frown, now,&lt;br /&gt;Let forever begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', yeah, let forever begin,&lt;br /&gt;With a love that never ends,&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me,&lt;br /&gt;O', won't you stay with me,&lt;br /&gt;And let forever begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scarlet, you can make me smile,&lt;br /&gt;Even when I cannot begin,&lt;br /&gt;In your blue eyes, &lt;br /&gt;Are my happy times, now,&lt;br /&gt;Let forever begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loralei, you're a princess to me,&lt;br /&gt;You make me into a prince,&lt;br /&gt;I'm a toad with a wish,&lt;br /&gt;Your sweet, sweet kiss, now,&lt;br /&gt;Let forever begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', yeah, let forever begin,&lt;br /&gt;With a love that never ends,&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me,&lt;br /&gt;O', won't you stay with me,&lt;br /&gt;And let forever begin,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come away with me,&lt;br /&gt;O', won't you stay with me,&lt;br /&gt;And let forever begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-4056276653719997032</id><published>2010-08-30T20:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-30T20:07:07.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not A Laughing Hyena.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not A Laughing Hyena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is true that I have seena,&lt;br /&gt;Something of a mad hyena,&lt;br /&gt;And for a fact,&lt;br /&gt;The laugh’s an act,&lt;br /&gt;For I have seen but few things meana.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-4056276653719997032?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/4056276653719997032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-laughing-hyena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4056276653719997032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4056276653719997032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/08/not-laughing-hyena.html' title='Not A Laughing Hyena.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-7276813719216826249</id><published>2010-08-23T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T08:28:12.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need You.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Need You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a sweet song,&lt;br /&gt;For the last of the sweet, sweet friends,&lt;br /&gt;And the music doesn't last too long,&lt;br /&gt;But the love expressed will never end,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you imagine someone so nice,&lt;br /&gt;So tho'tful in so many ways,&lt;br /&gt;That he would set his tomorrow aside,&lt;br /&gt;So that you may live your today,&lt;br /&gt;Well imagine, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I know you can,&lt;br /&gt;You can more than imagine,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos you're that man,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loose, you're the best a friend could be,&lt;br /&gt;Only for me to say the least,&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile I'll forget to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll write you this song and hope it will do,&lt;br /&gt;Even tho' it's been long since I got to tell you, &lt;br /&gt;I need you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to trouble you,&lt;br /&gt;So sometimes I keep to myself,&lt;br /&gt;But other times that just won't do,&lt;br /&gt;I really need someone to help,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've helped me o', so many times,&lt;br /&gt;And kept me from falling apart,&lt;br /&gt;I say it from the top of my mind,&lt;br /&gt;But it comes from the bottom of my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And that's true, my friend,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure you know,&lt;br /&gt;It's not pretend,&lt;br /&gt;And it will grow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loose, you're the best a friend could be,&lt;br /&gt;Only for me to say the least,&lt;br /&gt;Once in awhile I'll forget to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;So I'll write you this song and hope it will do,&lt;br /&gt;Even tho' it's been long since I got to tell you, &lt;br /&gt;I need you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I tho't I'd just tell you,&lt;br /&gt;I need you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-7276813719216826249?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/7276813719216826249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/08/i-need-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If She Didn't Know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wakes up disbelieving,&lt;br /&gt;Time and time again,&lt;br /&gt;A promising beginning,&lt;br /&gt;Her unforgiving end,&lt;br /&gt;They say love hurts,&lt;br /&gt;But she only knows,&lt;br /&gt;How pain finds her still,&lt;br /&gt;When she's all alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', she knows what love is,&lt;br /&gt;Tho' it only makes her cry,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos if she didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Then she wouldn't know,&lt;br /&gt;She's got none in her life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stares out her broken window,&lt;br /&gt;The dancing rain appears,&lt;br /&gt;Tears of glass shred her cheeks,&lt;br /&gt;For the music she can't hear,&lt;br /&gt;They say it's better,&lt;br /&gt;To have love and lost,&lt;br /&gt;And with nothing to lose,&lt;br /&gt;She can't say it's not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', she knows what love is,&lt;br /&gt;Tho' it only makes her cry,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos if she didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Then she wouldn't know,&lt;br /&gt;She's got none in her life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', she's given away her heart,&lt;br /&gt;She's taken every vow,&lt;br /&gt;Love born deep within her,&lt;br /&gt;But still she lives without,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', she knows what love is,&lt;br /&gt;Tho' it only makes her cry,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos if she didn't know,&lt;br /&gt;Then she wouldn't know,&lt;br /&gt;She's got none in her life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', she doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;What she doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;But she knows what it could be like,&lt;br /&gt;If she would receive,&lt;br /&gt;What she so believes,&lt;br /&gt;She's given in her life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', she knows what love is,&lt;br /&gt;But she doesn't know how love is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-8505723751110674535</id><published>2010-08-17T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T11:55:32.054-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bigger, Better, Brighter Things.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bigger, Better, Brighter Things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep in my blue waters,&lt;br /&gt;You're a scavenger of pain,&lt;br /&gt;My destruction your desire,&lt;br /&gt;My existence your dismay,&lt;br /&gt;Once inside your fish tank,&lt;br /&gt;My delusion on display,&lt;br /&gt;Now my freedom ends your story,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the one that got away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't harbor my emotions,&lt;br /&gt;With your shark-infested schemes,&lt;br /&gt;You're just a drop inside my ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Of bigger, better, brighter things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Belated sea foam rising,&lt;br /&gt;Brings a voice you'll never know,&lt;br /&gt;The fiery sage of iridescence,&lt;br /&gt;Will dissipate your soul,&lt;br /&gt;You can't drown me with your malice,&lt;br /&gt;Like you used to way back when,&lt;br /&gt;Your attempts to hold me under,&lt;br /&gt;Has only taught me how to swim,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't harbor my emotions,&lt;br /&gt;With your shark-infested schemes,&lt;br /&gt;You're just a drop inside my ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Of bigger, better, brighter things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you can't harbor my emotions,&lt;br /&gt;With your shark-infested schemes,&lt;br /&gt;You're just a drop inside my ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Of bigger, better, brighter things,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, you're a drop; I am an ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Of bigger, better, brighter things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-8505723751110674535?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/8505723751110674535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/08/bigger-better-brighter-things.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8505723751110674535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8505723751110674535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/08/bigger-better-brighter-things.html' title='Bigger, Better, Brighter Things.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-4977544290172982741</id><published>2010-08-06T07:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T07:50:54.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Running Place.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Running Place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever heard of the running place,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a place that I like to go to,&lt;br /&gt;Where not a single soul is bro’t to disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a place that I’d like to show you,&lt;br /&gt;At 617 27th Street,&lt;br /&gt;Lives a wonderful woman trying to make ends meet,&lt;br /&gt;But whether she does or not,&lt;br /&gt;She knows she never could lose what she’s got,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The running place,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a home away from home,&lt;br /&gt;I go to the running place,&lt;br /&gt;If I ever get to feeling alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever got talking to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Because the walls refused to answer,&lt;br /&gt;Well, come to the place where there’s someone else,&lt;br /&gt;And we could always use another dancer,&lt;br /&gt;Talking thru’ tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;What yesterday has done,&lt;br /&gt;See the damage, feel the sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;But remember now, it’s gone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The running place,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a home away from home,&lt;br /&gt;I go to the running place,&lt;br /&gt;If I ever get to feeling alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever felt no one listening to you,&lt;br /&gt;So planned on running away,&lt;br /&gt;Well, God help you, friend, if you do,&lt;br /&gt;Please come to the running place,&lt;br /&gt;If you have a problem,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe we can help you out,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe every now and then,&lt;br /&gt;You just have things to talk about,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The running place,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a home away from home,&lt;br /&gt;I go to the running place,&lt;br /&gt;If I ever get to feeling alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if you ever get to feeling alone,&lt;br /&gt;Run, run, run, to the running place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-4977544290172982741?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/4977544290172982741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/08/running-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4977544290172982741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4977544290172982741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/08/running-place.html' title='The Running Place.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-7578315147289945239</id><published>2010-07-30T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T04:03:49.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly On The Wall (Of Your Soul).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fly On The Wall (Of Your Soul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', you treat people nice,&lt;br /&gt;But you really don't want to,&lt;br /&gt;You smile in their faces,&lt;br /&gt;But your heart's really untrue,&lt;br /&gt;You wish them well,&lt;br /&gt;But you just want them all to go to hell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I'm a fly on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;I really got to know you,&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of it all,&lt;br /&gt;Where your heart truly shows you,&lt;br /&gt;O', most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;You can fool them all,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't fool me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm a fly on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of your words,&lt;br /&gt;the come perfectly out,&lt;br /&gt;You lips hold a kiss,&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of your mouth,&lt;br /&gt;Your voice sings in their heads,&lt;br /&gt;But you just want them all to be dead,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I'm a fly on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;I really got to know you,&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of it all,&lt;br /&gt;Where your heart truly shows you,&lt;br /&gt;O', most of the time,&lt;br /&gt;You can fool them all,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't fool me,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm a fly on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', a fly on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;Knows what nobody knows,&lt;br /&gt;Where you come from,&lt;br /&gt;Where you wanna go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I'm a fly on the wall,&lt;br /&gt;I really got to know you,&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of it all,&lt;br /&gt;Where your heart truly shows you,&lt;br /&gt;O', most of the time; (most of the time),&lt;br /&gt;You can fool them all; (all but me, I know),&lt;br /&gt;O', no... you can't fool me; (none of the time),&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I'm a fly on the wall; (O', I'm a fly, fly, fly),&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I'm a fly on the wall; (of your soul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-7578315147289945239?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/7578315147289945239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/07/fly-on-wall-of-your-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/7578315147289945239'/><link 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Is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never have another day,&lt;br /&gt;Just like the one I had,&lt;br /&gt;A day in such a perfect way,&lt;br /&gt;That everyone was glad,&lt;br /&gt;I consulted with my father,&lt;br /&gt;On the basis of my money,&lt;br /&gt;And he said “son, don’t bother,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll give you all you wantee”,&lt;br /&gt;Then I confessed to Linda,&lt;br /&gt;Who’s my sister, by the way,&lt;br /&gt;That my baseball broke her winda,&lt;br /&gt;But she said “it’s okay”,&lt;br /&gt;Then to answer my every prayer,&lt;br /&gt;My pup saw the vet today,&lt;br /&gt;And his deadly disease that was so rare,&lt;br /&gt;Had dried up and withered away,&lt;br /&gt;Now searching the tho’ts within my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I’m glad I find no sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;And see, without a doubt in my mind,&lt;br /&gt;That this is my better tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - Willy Toad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-7517157285005348195</id><published>2010-07-17T02:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-17T02:45:55.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Want Your Body (Give It To Me).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1998, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Don't Want Your Body (Give It To Me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', there'll be a lot of talkin',&lt;br /&gt;When this town knows how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;He's bad, he's naughty,&lt;br /&gt;He just wants your body,&lt;br /&gt;They'll say his truth's not real,&lt;br /&gt;But you must know, you must know, you know,&lt;br /&gt;You're a beautiful, beautiful girl,&lt;br /&gt;It's the sound of your laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Not you body I'm after,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna know about your world,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't want your body,&lt;br /&gt;O', but anybody can see,&lt;br /&gt;You've got a lot to offer,&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a lot of need,&lt;br /&gt;O', what I want from you now,&lt;br /&gt;Only love and honesty,&lt;br /&gt;O', I don't want your body,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not about to stop you,&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna give it to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', the town will be a buzzin',&lt;br /&gt;About the things we haven't done,&lt;br /&gt;It's a matter of time,&lt;br /&gt;'Til we blow their minds,&lt;br /&gt;With our innocence and fun,&lt;br /&gt;And we must laugh our loudest laugh,&lt;br /&gt;When you fly out to visit me,&lt;br /&gt;It's your strength I will miss,&lt;br /&gt;Not the length of your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Your lips are not what I need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't want your body,&lt;br /&gt;O', but anybody can see,&lt;br /&gt;You've got a lot to offer,&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a lot of need,&lt;br /&gt;O', what I want from you now,&lt;br /&gt;Only love and honesty,&lt;br /&gt;O', I don't want your body,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not about to stop you,&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna give it to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', you're a beautiful, beautiful girl,&lt;br /&gt;It's o', so easy to see,&lt;br /&gt;You're a beautiful, beautiful girl,&lt;br /&gt;Beauty with a capital B,&lt;br /&gt;O', you're a beautiful, beautiful girl,&lt;br /&gt;But I see so much more,&lt;br /&gt;You're a beautiful, beautiful girl,&lt;br /&gt;But like I said before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I don't want your body,&lt;br /&gt;O', but anybody can see,&lt;br /&gt;You've got a lot to offer,&lt;br /&gt;And I've got a lot of need,&lt;br /&gt;O', what I want from you now,&lt;br /&gt;Only love and honesty,&lt;br /&gt;O', I don't want your body,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not about to stop you,&lt;br /&gt;If you wanna give it to me,&lt;br /&gt;O', girl, I don't want your body,&lt;br /&gt;O', now give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-7517157285005348195?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/7517157285005348195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/07/i-dont-want-your-body-give-it-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/7517157285005348195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;He was found,&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of success,&lt;br /&gt;With everything he tried,&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't fail,&lt;br /&gt;He was simply the best,&lt;br /&gt;Still at night; he cried,&lt;br /&gt;For what he couldn't believe,&lt;br /&gt;Caused his heart to grieve,&lt;br /&gt;Brothers dying all around him,&lt;br /&gt;He had no saving deed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't happy inside,&lt;br /&gt;To know he'd only tried,&lt;br /&gt;Even tho' his heart; his family,&lt;br /&gt;Would always cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down,&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be so brave,&lt;br /&gt;You've only got,&lt;br /&gt;One soldier to save,&lt;br /&gt;You did enough,&lt;br /&gt;With everything you gave,&lt;br /&gt;You've only got,&lt;br /&gt;One soldier to save,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood up,&lt;br /&gt;In the face of danger,&lt;br /&gt;He was not afraid to fall,&lt;br /&gt;He laughed loudly,&lt;br /&gt;Just to hear the anger,&lt;br /&gt;He was bigger than it all,&lt;br /&gt;But what he couldn't forget,&lt;br /&gt;Was his only regret,&lt;br /&gt;Sisters dying all around him,&lt;br /&gt;He hadn't saved one yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't happy inside,&lt;br /&gt;To know he'd only tried,&lt;br /&gt;Even tho' his heart; his family,&lt;br /&gt;Would always cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down,&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be so brave,&lt;br /&gt;You've only got,&lt;br /&gt;One soldier to save,&lt;br /&gt;You did enough,&lt;br /&gt;With everything you gave,&lt;br /&gt;You've only got,&lt;br /&gt;One soldier to save,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Altho' he was strong,&lt;br /&gt;He had no saving song,&lt;br /&gt;He never saved one soul; no saving deed,&lt;br /&gt;His whole life long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down,&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be so brave,&lt;br /&gt;You've only got,&lt;br /&gt;One soldier to save,&lt;br /&gt;You did enough,&lt;br /&gt;With everything you gave,&lt;br /&gt;You've only got,&lt;br /&gt;One soldier to save,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slow it down,&lt;br /&gt;You don't need to be so brave,&lt;br /&gt;You've only got,&lt;br /&gt;One soldier to save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-7553112069057084354?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/7553112069057084354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/one-soldier-to-save.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/7553112069057084354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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/&gt;It’s ten a.m. and I’m Michigan bound,&lt;br /&gt;I woke up this morning to find my Mickey was gone,&lt;br /&gt;What did I do to be treated so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;No marriage, for us, was first in our minds,&lt;br /&gt;But our love grew so strong we found ourselves in a bind,&lt;br /&gt;Now the pressure has found her and it sent her away,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta go find her to see what I can say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to Michigan,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see my Mickey again,&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally see her,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell her I love her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then in the cold northern air,&lt;br /&gt;The pilot says we’re almost there,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel the plane as it slowly descends,&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my broken heart beginning to mend,&lt;br /&gt;Then on the wing there is a crack and a flash,&lt;br /&gt;And someone screams out, we’re going to crash,&lt;br /&gt;In my hospital room the nurse says, you’ll be okay,&lt;br /&gt;And I said wait a minute I’ve got something to say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna go to Michigan,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna see Mickey again,&lt;br /&gt;And when I finally see her,&lt;br /&gt;I wanna tell her I love her,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nurse in a blur comes over to me,&lt;br /&gt;And I said, I’ll never again see my pretty Mickey,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve gotta get myself to Michigan,&lt;br /&gt;If nothing else I wanna see her again,&lt;br /&gt;The nurse slowly turns and walks away,&lt;br /&gt;As she turns back again I see the fears on her face,&lt;br /&gt;And suddenly I realize who I’m talking to,&lt;br /&gt;As Mickey runs over and says, I love you, too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally made it to Michigan,&lt;br /&gt;And I just saw my Mickey again,&lt;br /&gt;And she says she loves me, too,&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, Mickey, I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-2785673440244854894?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/2785673440244854894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/mickey.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2785673440244854894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2785673440244854894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/mickey.html' title='Mickey.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-3436980593309151765</id><published>2010-06-25T01:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T01:59:45.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking Fast.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking Fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made it past my midnight hour,&lt;br /&gt;To the lighted end of life,&lt;br /&gt;A newness in my body wakes,&lt;br /&gt;To end a sleep in time,&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking thru the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;In my zombie skin,&lt;br /&gt;Unstoppable outside,&lt;br /&gt;So detached within,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not feeling dangerous,&lt;br /&gt;No driving force,&lt;br /&gt;I just am; stronger yet,&lt;br /&gt;An empty, wretched horse,&lt;br /&gt;My waking hours now multiplied,&lt;br /&gt;The sun and moon are one,&lt;br /&gt;I've lost the will to rest my soul,&lt;br /&gt;A breaking fast begun.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3436980593309151765?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3436980593309151765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/breaking-fast.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3436980593309151765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3436980593309151765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/breaking-fast.html' title='Breaking Fast.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-454530109941397840</id><published>2010-06-24T10:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T10:21:36.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like Everybody (Nobody) Else.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like Everybody (Nobody) Else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was found in desire,&lt;br /&gt;She was lost in the world,&lt;br /&gt;Such an inhuman fire,&lt;br /&gt;In such a mortal girl,&lt;br /&gt;She had an uncommon heart,&lt;br /&gt;With a common seed,&lt;br /&gt;Wished on a single star,&lt;br /&gt;Her universal need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted love to be (so true),&lt;br /&gt;Like everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;But she was so naive (so new),&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody else,&lt;br /&gt;She was lost in the dream (so blue),&lt;br /&gt;Like everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;But so careful to please (so few),&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was wrecked like a ship,&lt;br /&gt;In the storm of her sea,&lt;br /&gt;An unintentional slip,&lt;br /&gt;On the shores of her beach,&lt;br /&gt;She had an unusual calm,&lt;br /&gt;In the usual stir,&lt;br /&gt;She was saved all along,&lt;br /&gt;From an unhallowed Earth,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted love to be (so true),&lt;br /&gt;Like everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;But she was so naive (so new),&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody else,&lt;br /&gt;She was lost in the dream (so blue),&lt;br /&gt;Like everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;But so careful to please (so few),&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', she never bled (so long),&lt;br /&gt;In her cut-up life,&lt;br /&gt;She never said (so wrong),&lt;br /&gt;As her cuts fell in rife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted love to be (so true),&lt;br /&gt;Like everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;But she was so naive (so new),&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody else,&lt;br /&gt;She was lost in the dream (so blue),&lt;br /&gt;Like everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;But so careful to please (so few),&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was founded in ire,&lt;br /&gt;She was rapt in a curse,&lt;br /&gt;So absorbed in the fire,&lt;br /&gt;Her sympathetic worse,&lt;br /&gt;You'd think she'd give way,&lt;br /&gt;Her virtueless trust,&lt;br /&gt;But her hope so remained,&lt;br /&gt;In her unyielding bust,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanted love to be (so true),&lt;br /&gt;Like everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;But she was so naive (so new),&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody else,&lt;br /&gt;She was lost in the dream (so blue),&lt;br /&gt;Like everybody else,&lt;br /&gt;But so careful to please (so few),&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', she was everybody,&lt;br /&gt;Yet somebody,&lt;br /&gt;Like nobody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-454530109941397840?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/454530109941397840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-everybody-nobody-else.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/454530109941397840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/454530109941397840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/like-everybody-nobody-else.html' title='Like Everybody (Nobody) Else.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-6632888426187794811</id><published>2010-06-18T09:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-18T09:59:33.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Continued.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2007, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life Continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do we do now,&lt;br /&gt;Where do we go,&lt;br /&gt;All of our questions,&lt;br /&gt;Are answered you know,&lt;br /&gt;Love is not lost,&lt;br /&gt;Inside our tears,&lt;br /&gt;Love is strengthened,&lt;br /&gt;Forever lengthened,&lt;br /&gt;Sixteen years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life continued,&lt;br /&gt;Without regret,&lt;br /&gt;We must find the courage,&lt;br /&gt;Lest we forget,&lt;br /&gt;Love is given in life,&lt;br /&gt;Not taken in death,&lt;br /&gt;Life continued,&lt;br /&gt;Without regret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we face it,&lt;br /&gt;When will we see,&lt;br /&gt;The sense of it all,&lt;br /&gt;The comfort we need,&lt;br /&gt;Do not forget,&lt;br /&gt;The happiness shared,&lt;br /&gt;The laughter unfolded,&lt;br /&gt;Relationships molded,&lt;br /&gt;The destiny dared,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life continued,&lt;br /&gt;Without regret,&lt;br /&gt;We must find the courage,&lt;br /&gt;Lest we forget,&lt;br /&gt;Love is given in life,&lt;br /&gt;Not taken in death,&lt;br /&gt;Life continued,&lt;br /&gt;Without regret,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do we turn to,&lt;br /&gt;Why must we cry,&lt;br /&gt;The love in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Will let you know why,&lt;br /&gt;Rely on each other,&lt;br /&gt;Remember the smiles,&lt;br /&gt;Love so beholden,&lt;br /&gt;Hearts so golden,&lt;br /&gt;Will hurt you sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life continued,&lt;br /&gt;Without regret,&lt;br /&gt;We must find the courage,&lt;br /&gt;Lest we forget,&lt;br /&gt;Love is given in life,&lt;br /&gt;Not taken in death,&lt;br /&gt;Life continued,&lt;br /&gt;Without regret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6632888426187794811?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6632888426187794811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-continued.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6632888426187794811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6632888426187794811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/life-continued.html' title='Life Continued.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-3782305251384749937</id><published>2010-06-17T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T03:53:32.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into Her Window (Out Of Her Soul).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into Her Window (Out Of Her Soul).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into her window,&lt;br /&gt;Her mind would go,&lt;br /&gt;A pane so telling,&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting her so,&lt;br /&gt;Time there before her,&lt;br /&gt;Simple and slow,&lt;br /&gt;Into her window,&lt;br /&gt;Out of her soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart cried loudly to get away,&lt;br /&gt;With nowhere to go; she foolishly stayed,&lt;br /&gt;The more she suffered; the less she cried,&lt;br /&gt;Her peace was not death; she had already died,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into her window,&lt;br /&gt;Her mind would go,&lt;br /&gt;A pane so telling,&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting her so,&lt;br /&gt;Time there before her,&lt;br /&gt;Simple and slow,&lt;br /&gt;Into her window,&lt;br /&gt;Out of her soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outwardly stable; inwardly crushed,&lt;br /&gt;Her temper was silent inside her disgust,&lt;br /&gt;The powerless vapor of her woeful tune,&lt;br /&gt;Waned her defenses like a darkening moon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into her window,&lt;br /&gt;Out of her soul,&lt;br /&gt;Into her silence,&lt;br /&gt;Empty and cold,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into her window,&lt;br /&gt;Her mind would go,&lt;br /&gt;A pane so telling,&lt;br /&gt;Reflecting her so,&lt;br /&gt;Time there before her,&lt;br /&gt;Simple and slow,&lt;br /&gt;Into her window,&lt;br /&gt;Out of her soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Into her window,&lt;br /&gt;Lost and alone,&lt;br /&gt;Into her window,&lt;br /&gt;She made her home,&lt;br /&gt;Into her window,&lt;br /&gt;Out of her soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3782305251384749937?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3782305251384749937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/into-her-window-out-of-her-soul.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3782305251384749937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3782305251384749937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/into-her-window-out-of-her-soul.html' title='Into Her Window (Out Of Her Soul).'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-5747748392741477487</id><published>2010-06-09T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T01:42:33.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ascending Love.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ascending Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cannot be with you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;So this, I tho’t I’d send,&lt;br /&gt;And may my love subdue your fright,&lt;br /&gt;A love that will not end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-5747748392741477487?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/5747748392741477487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/ascending-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5747748392741477487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5747748392741477487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/ascending-love.html' title='Ascending Love.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-1213362956393381367</id><published>2010-06-08T05:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T05:32:43.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Free.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2005, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to have a lonely heart,&lt;br /&gt;But yesterday it died,&lt;br /&gt;When I walked thru’ that wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;There was no place to hide,&lt;br /&gt;And unlike any fear I held,&lt;br /&gt;There, to my surprise,&lt;br /&gt;Love was waiting patiently,&lt;br /&gt;On the other side,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, I’m free now from that wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Fear no longer keeps me out,&lt;br /&gt;Only love surrounds me now,&lt;br /&gt;No longer hidden by that wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to live in jeopardy,&lt;br /&gt;Of losing all my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;When I walked thru’ that wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;I could plainly see,&lt;br /&gt;A little faith was all it took,&lt;br /&gt;To finally set me free,&lt;br /&gt;And dreams I tho’t I’d never tell,&lt;br /&gt;Were waiting there for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, I’m free now from that wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Fear no longer keeps me out,&lt;br /&gt;Only love surrounds me now,&lt;br /&gt;No longer hidden by that wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, doubt no longer towers,&lt;br /&gt;Love now is my power,&lt;br /&gt;My heart no longer sour,&lt;br /&gt;In its garden, flowers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, I’m free now from that wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;Fear no longer keeps me out,&lt;br /&gt;Only love surrounds me now,&lt;br /&gt;No longer hidden by that wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, fear cannot build,&lt;br /&gt;What faith can't bring down,&lt;br /&gt;I’m free to love… so free from that wall of doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-1213362956393381367?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/1213362956393381367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/free.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1213362956393381367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1213362956393381367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/free.html' title='Free.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-8623054573769399256</id><published>2010-06-05T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T09:46:28.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daytona Beach (Rainshine).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytona Beach (Rainshine).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she danced in silence,&lt;br /&gt;The ocean was her sound,&lt;br /&gt;The waves upon Daytona Beach,&lt;br /&gt;Crashing all around,&lt;br /&gt;Her hair flew in the breeze,&lt;br /&gt;In tangent with her dress,&lt;br /&gt;The rainshine came to hide her tears,&lt;br /&gt;To settle her unrest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytona Beach rainshine,&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile beyond her tears,&lt;br /&gt;Lifted hope within her heart,&lt;br /&gt;Made the sadness disappear,&lt;br /&gt;As Father Sky kissed Mother Earth,&lt;br /&gt;Rain fell from a sunny sky,&lt;br /&gt;She danced with them; outside her pain,&lt;br /&gt;O', Daytona Beach rainshine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rainshine mixed emotions,&lt;br /&gt;In the colours of local art,&lt;br /&gt;A beauty fell upon her,&lt;br /&gt;On the canvas in her heart,&lt;br /&gt;The tide bro't her a gift of hope,&lt;br /&gt;Laid a sand dollar at her feet,&lt;br /&gt;A worldly wish upon her,&lt;br /&gt;To know her life is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytona Beach rainshine,&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile beyond her tears,&lt;br /&gt;Lifted hope within her heart,&lt;br /&gt;Made the sadness disappear,&lt;br /&gt;As Father Sky kissed Mother Earth,&lt;br /&gt;Rain fell from a sunny sky,&lt;br /&gt;She danced with them; outside her pain,&lt;br /&gt;O', Daytona Beach rainshine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There she danced; so pretty,&lt;br /&gt;Her passion was undressed,&lt;br /&gt;The ocean sang its soothing song,&lt;br /&gt;Daytona Beach caressed,&lt;br /&gt;She danced in the healing rain,&lt;br /&gt;That fell from a sunny sky,&lt;br /&gt;There she claimed her happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Her heart; her love; her life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daytona Beach rainshine,&lt;br /&gt;Put a smile beyond her tears,&lt;br /&gt;Lifted hope within her heart,&lt;br /&gt;Made the sadness disappear,&lt;br /&gt;As Father Sky kissed Mother Earth,&lt;br /&gt;Rain fell from a sunny sky,&lt;br /&gt;She danced with them; outside her pain,&lt;br /&gt;O', Daytona Beach rainshine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She danced beyond her tears and hurt,&lt;br /&gt;Daytona Beach rainshine,&lt;br /&gt;As Father Sky kissed Mother Earth,&lt;br /&gt;Daytona Beach rainshine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-8623054573769399256?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/8623054573769399256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/daytona-beach-rainshine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8623054573769399256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8623054573769399256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/daytona-beach-rainshine.html' title='Daytona Beach (Rainshine).'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-2034240003868025460</id><published>2010-06-05T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T08:17:59.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Gulf of Mexico.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2000, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Gulf of Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a fire in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;And sand in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Where you are not,&lt;br /&gt;On the Gulf of Mexico,&lt;br /&gt;I walk along,&lt;br /&gt;And look behind,&lt;br /&gt;At your footprints gone,&lt;br /&gt;Near the path of mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, o'-o',&lt;br /&gt;The Gulf of Mexico,&lt;br /&gt;Is a beautiful place to go,&lt;br /&gt;But it shows; when you're all alone,&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way to know,&lt;br /&gt;'Til you've walked it alone,&lt;br /&gt;'Til the sun's gone cold,&lt;br /&gt;O', o'-o',&lt;br /&gt;The Gulf of Mexico,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a palm tree that stands,&lt;br /&gt;In sand on the dune,&lt;br /&gt;Where I fold my hands,&lt;br /&gt;And howl at the moon,&lt;br /&gt;I touch the sky,&lt;br /&gt;And feel the stars,&lt;br /&gt;I hope to fly,&lt;br /&gt;To where you are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, o'-o',&lt;br /&gt;The Gulf of Mexico,&lt;br /&gt;Is a beautiful place to go,&lt;br /&gt;But it shows; when you're all alone,&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way to know,&lt;br /&gt;'Til you've walked it alone,&lt;br /&gt;'Til the sun's gone cold,&lt;br /&gt;O', o'-o',&lt;br /&gt;The Gulf of Mexico,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got an ocean of love,&lt;br /&gt;Like the tide coming in,&lt;br /&gt;It's more than enough,&lt;br /&gt;To fill you again,&lt;br /&gt;Someday soon,&lt;br /&gt;I hope I won't even know,&lt;br /&gt;What it's like without you,&lt;br /&gt;On the Gulf of Mexico,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, o'-o',&lt;br /&gt;The Gulf of Mexico,&lt;br /&gt;Is a beautiful place to go,&lt;br /&gt;But it shows; when you're all alone,&lt;br /&gt;And there's no way to know,&lt;br /&gt;'Til you've walked it alone,&lt;br /&gt;'Til the sun's gone cold,&lt;br /&gt;O', o'-o',&lt;br /&gt;The Gulf of Mexico,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, o'-o',&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna go,&lt;br /&gt;Without you,&lt;br /&gt;On the Gulf of Mexico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-2034240003868025460?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/2034240003868025460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/gulf-of-mexico.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2034240003868025460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2034240003868025460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/06/gulf-of-mexico.html' title='The Gulf of Mexico.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-4607979724909863465</id><published>2010-06-04T08:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T08:50:57.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1981.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1981.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1981,&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing else to do,&lt;br /&gt;There was a future in the sun,&lt;br /&gt;I was watching my dreams come true,&lt;br /&gt;I was laughing out loud,&lt;br /&gt;I was on the edge of every night,&lt;br /&gt;When it all came crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;When my brother lost his life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', so much... so gone,&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could do,&lt;br /&gt;O', so young... so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It tore my life in two,&lt;br /&gt;O', so much... so gone,&lt;br /&gt;So young... so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;O', so much... so gone,&lt;br /&gt;So very young,&lt;br /&gt;In 1981,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', in 1981,&lt;br /&gt;I had a love that was so true,&lt;br /&gt;But it all came so undone,&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could do,&lt;br /&gt;We were happy; I was proud,&lt;br /&gt;'Til my world came crashing down,&lt;br /&gt;Our dreams;  all our vows,&lt;br /&gt;In fallen hearts upon the ground,&lt;br /&gt;O', so much... so gone,&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', so young... so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It tore my life in two,&lt;br /&gt;O', so much... so gone,&lt;br /&gt;So young... so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;O', so much... so gone,&lt;br /&gt;So very young,&lt;br /&gt;In 1981,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was 1981,&lt;br /&gt;I had nothing left to do,&lt;br /&gt;With no future and no sun,&lt;br /&gt;My dreams would not come true,&lt;br /&gt;It was final; it was sad,&lt;br /&gt;On the edge of no return,&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing left for love,&lt;br /&gt;And nothing left to learn,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', so much... so gone,&lt;br /&gt;There was nothing I could do,&lt;br /&gt;O', so young... so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It tore my life in two,&lt;br /&gt;O', so much... so gone,&lt;br /&gt;So young... so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;O', so much... so gone,&lt;br /&gt;So very young,&lt;br /&gt;In 1981,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, so much... so gone,&lt;br /&gt;So young... so wrong,&lt;br /&gt;How can I... go on,&lt;br /&gt;With so much... so gone,&lt;br /&gt;O', how can I go on,&lt;br /&gt;So much... so gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-2375241607126555126</id><published>2010-05-28T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T09:47:20.761-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and You (Man and Wife).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1982, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and You (Man and Wife).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was thumbing thru',&lt;br /&gt;My memories of you,&lt;br /&gt;Recalling fast,&lt;br /&gt;An aching past,&lt;br /&gt;The commitments I withdrew,&lt;br /&gt;Now, suddenly I feel at ease,&lt;br /&gt;To let my love go on,&lt;br /&gt;To take a chance,&lt;br /&gt;To make the dance,&lt;br /&gt;Last a whole life long,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you go disappointing me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to take it well,&lt;br /&gt;If you find doubt living life with me,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have life, itself,&lt;br /&gt;No, don't come here disappointing me,&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can truly see,&lt;br /&gt;Is me and you; man and wife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tears swell up into my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;When I have time alone,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid you're worth,&lt;br /&gt;More than I deserve,&lt;br /&gt;Or that someday you'll think so,&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe the things you say,&lt;br /&gt;And each day you say more,&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I,&lt;br /&gt;Think they are lies,&lt;br /&gt;But I've heard them all before,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you go disappointing me,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to take it well,&lt;br /&gt;If you find doubt living life with me,&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather have life, itself,&lt;br /&gt;No, don't come here disappointing me,&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I can truly see,&lt;br /&gt;Is me and you; man and wife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was thumbing thru',&lt;br /&gt;My memories of you,&lt;br /&gt;Recalling fast,&lt;br /&gt;My aching past,&lt;br /&gt;The commitments I withdrew,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now suddenly I find my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;Where I laid them down to die,&lt;br /&gt;But all my tears,&lt;br /&gt;Can't interfere,&lt;br /&gt;With you and me; man and wife,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't you go disappointing me,&lt;br /&gt;Believe in us; me and you, man and wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-2375241607126555126?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/2375241607126555126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-4463312318917698184</id><published>2010-05-27T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:39:59.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Die A Hero.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Die A Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven o'clock; in the city,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lennon is goin' home,&lt;br /&gt;There's a man in the bushes,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lennon, he doesn't know,&lt;br /&gt;The next time we hear his name,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lennon, he will be dead,&lt;br /&gt;Tho' it's sad, we can't forget,&lt;br /&gt;What he meant when he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone please don't think me bad,&lt;br /&gt;Don't think me lonely, don't think of me sad,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I've been happy livin' life with Yoko,&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't want to die,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to die,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to die... a hero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clock has stopped in the city,&lt;br /&gt;All the people begin to cry,&lt;br /&gt;For they don't understand,&lt;br /&gt;Why their hero had to die,&lt;br /&gt;The next time we hear voices,&lt;br /&gt;They'll be repeating historic dates,&lt;br /&gt;And the men in the paper,&lt;br /&gt;Will blame everything except fate,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone please don't think me bad,&lt;br /&gt;Don't think me lonely, don't think of me sad,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I've been happy livin' life with Yoko,&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't want to die,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to die,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to die... a hero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eleven o'clock; in the city,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lennon is going home,&lt;br /&gt;There's a God in the heavens,&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Lennon; I'm sure he knows,&lt;br /&gt;The next time he hears his name,&lt;br /&gt;He'll be called into the gates,&lt;br /&gt;And I hope to be like him,&lt;br /&gt;In many different ways,&lt;br /&gt;Like when he said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone please don't think me bad,&lt;br /&gt;Don't think me lonely, don't think of me sad,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I've been happy livin' life with Yoko,&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't want to die,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to die,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to die... a hero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I'm gone please don't think me bad,&lt;br /&gt;Don't think me lonely, don't think of me sad,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I've been happy livin' life with Jamie,&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't want to die,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to die,&lt;br /&gt;Don't want to die... like Johnny,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our life; together,&lt;br /&gt;Was so precious; together,&lt;br /&gt;O', yeah (o' yeah) (o' yeah); o', yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Starting over,&lt;br /&gt;Do-do do do do do do do do do; aha; aha; aha; aha-ah,&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love,&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love,&lt;br /&gt;All you need is love,&lt;br /&gt;Love; love is all you need (love is all you need),&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (love is all you need),&lt;br /&gt;Love is all you need (love is all you need; o' yeah),&lt;br /&gt;We love you, yeah, yeah yeah,&lt;br /&gt;We love you, yeah, yeah, yeah,&lt;br /&gt;Well-well, it's all you need,&lt;br /&gt;It's all you need,&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-4463312318917698184?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/4463312318917698184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/die-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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© 1996, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Fame and Fate of an Unknown Poet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I had to judge my character,&lt;br /&gt;I'd say I'd fallen behind,&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless with my broken dreams,&lt;br /&gt;And wasteful with my time,&lt;br /&gt;Every time I write a song for you,&lt;br /&gt;I feel... well, I know it's wrong,&lt;br /&gt;The words don't say a single thing,&lt;br /&gt;I can't capture you in a song,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', honey, I am sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I can't give what you deserve,&lt;br /&gt;But my love for you is so,&lt;br /&gt;I can't put it into words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel as if I need a punishment,&lt;br /&gt;For the way I am with you,&lt;br /&gt;I can say 'most anything,&lt;br /&gt;But can't express my love, it's true,&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel a smarter man,&lt;br /&gt;Is lurking inside my love,&lt;br /&gt;It's almost a funny tho't I get,&lt;br /&gt;To know that's not enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', honey, I am sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I can't give what you deserve,&lt;br /&gt;But my love for you is so,&lt;br /&gt;I can't put it into words,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I'll sit down and write,&lt;br /&gt;And find the words I'm after,&lt;br /&gt;But 'til that day I'll hope that you,&lt;br /&gt;Will say it doesn't matter,&lt;br /&gt;So cry now for the unknown poet,&lt;br /&gt;Who tho't that in the least,&lt;br /&gt;His song would bring his love to tears,&lt;br /&gt;To show there was a need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', honey, I am sorry,&lt;br /&gt;I can't give what you deserve,&lt;br /&gt;But my love for you is so,&lt;br /&gt;I can't put it into words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-5622176304715073447?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-8571801053607908444</id><published>2010-05-26T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T07:38:34.699-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Texas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(whistle in)&lt;br /&gt;Jamie is my sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;I love her, yes I do,&lt;br /&gt;And I am so content to say,&lt;br /&gt;That she loves me too,&lt;br /&gt;I would do anything,&lt;br /&gt;Just to keep her heart,&lt;br /&gt;But when I went to Texas,&lt;br /&gt;We nearly fell apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', what am I doin' in Texas,&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' alone,&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' two thousand miles,&lt;br /&gt;Away from my home,&lt;br /&gt;How much time have I wasted,&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to show,&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' in Texas,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I told my mom and dad,&lt;br /&gt;That I was doin' fine,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give them any room,&lt;br /&gt;To read between the lines,&lt;br /&gt;I wanted so bad to scream,&lt;br /&gt;Dad, I'm so alone,&lt;br /&gt;I know you might not believe in me,&lt;br /&gt;But Texas ain't my home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', what am I doin' in Texas,&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' alone,&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' two thousand miles,&lt;br /&gt;Away from my home,&lt;br /&gt;How much time have I wasted,&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to show,&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' in Texas,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goin' away to Texas,&lt;br /&gt;Was the thing to do at first,&lt;br /&gt;But I'll never forget the feelin',&lt;br /&gt;When bad things turned to worse,&lt;br /&gt;So Jamie put a dress on,&lt;br /&gt;And Mom clean up my room,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos this here boy,&lt;br /&gt;Is comin' home real soon,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', what am I doin' in Texas,&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' alone,&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' two thousand miles,&lt;br /&gt;Away from my home,&lt;br /&gt;How much time have I wasted,&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to show,&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' in Texas,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(One more time from the one, two, three, four!),&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' in Texas,&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' alone,&lt;br /&gt;What am I doin' two thousand miles,&lt;br /&gt;Away from my home,&lt;br /&gt;How much time have I wasted,&lt;br /&gt;What have I got to show,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Slow it down now!),&lt;br /&gt;I'm in Texas,(slower!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm comin' (you got it now),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm comin'... home (woo!)&lt;br /&gt;(whistle out).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-3294682123445273311</id><published>2010-05-26T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T06:42:01.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lessen (Lesson) In Love (From A Woman's View).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Lessen (Lesson) In Love (From A Woman's View).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a special wave on a special sea,&lt;br /&gt;You're the one I chose to carry me,&lt;br /&gt;But like any wave on any sea,&lt;br /&gt;You'll only take me as far as the beach,&lt;br /&gt;You'll take me to a desert land,&lt;br /&gt;You'll leave me there face down in the sand,&lt;br /&gt;And it's not like I can say I didn't understand,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I was told long ago by some life-saving man,&lt;br /&gt;He said, you're lucky he didn't take you away my dear,&lt;br /&gt;Throw you to the sharks then disappear,&lt;br /&gt;I've been there before that's how I wound up here,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting on a sand bar drowning memories in beer,&lt;br /&gt;Then he said something that was quite unclear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said, don't pay attention to the flirty way I walk,&lt;br /&gt;It's not a sturdy way to walk,&lt;br /&gt;But it gets me in bed,&lt;br /&gt;And please excuse the punny way I talk,&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny way to talk,&lt;br /&gt;But there's something to be said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only had one thing to say to him,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I didn't quite understand him then,&lt;br /&gt;I said, nice to meet you, I hope I see you again,&lt;br /&gt;And I wasn't even sure of what I meant,&lt;br /&gt;And I found myself trying to capture his heart,&lt;br /&gt;But he had no interest in me,&lt;br /&gt;He said, we'll never make it very far,&lt;br /&gt;I can love you, but can you love me,&lt;br /&gt;It made sense to him, but not to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, don't pay attention to the flirty way I walk,&lt;br /&gt;It's not a sturdy way to walk,&lt;br /&gt;But it gets me in bed,&lt;br /&gt;And please excuse the punny way I talk,&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny way to talk,&lt;br /&gt;But there's something to be said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a special love in a special case,&lt;br /&gt;I'll choose another lover to take your place,&lt;br /&gt;But like any love in any case,&lt;br /&gt;He can only take me as far as disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;He'll take me to a crowded church,&lt;br /&gt;And leave me there face up in the dirt,&lt;br /&gt;Unless of course, I can't be hurt,&lt;br /&gt;From what I've seen and all I've heard,&lt;br /&gt;He might just take me away from here,&lt;br /&gt;Then toss me aside and disappear,&lt;br /&gt;I've never been there before but I will, I fear,&lt;br /&gt;Sitting in a snack bar, drowning memories in beer,&lt;br /&gt;Now suddenly everything is clear,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When he said, don't pay attention to the flirty way I walk,&lt;br /&gt;It's not a sturdy way to walk,&lt;br /&gt;But it gets me in bed,&lt;br /&gt;And please excuse the punny way I talk,&lt;br /&gt;It's a funny way to talk,&lt;br /&gt;But there's something to be said,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I know what I would say,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I understand his feelings, I know his ways,&lt;br /&gt;I'd say nice to meet you, I hope you can stay,&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not so sure it's not too late,&lt;br /&gt;Now I understand he was trying to help,&lt;br /&gt;And what he was saying to me,&lt;br /&gt;He was saying, don't fall in love with love itself,&lt;br /&gt;Please fall in love with me,&lt;br /&gt;It finally made sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-8349189093671995771</id><published>2010-05-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T07:42:10.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Only Thing.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2003, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Only Thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a decent man,&lt;br /&gt;With an innocent mind,&lt;br /&gt;I keep my hands to myself,&lt;br /&gt;I keep myself in line,&lt;br /&gt;But let me have a bad, bad day,&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I'd try to steal you away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I do love you,&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;And I so want you,&lt;br /&gt;More than you could know,&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can be,&lt;br /&gt;All that you need,&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing that saves you... from me,&lt;br /&gt;Is me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a pretty girl,&lt;br /&gt;With a sexy way,&lt;br /&gt;You keep your world to yourself,&lt;br /&gt;You keep yourself at bay,&lt;br /&gt;But dare you have a bad, bad day,&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I'd try to steal you away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I do love you,&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;And I so want you,&lt;br /&gt;More than you could know,&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can be,&lt;br /&gt;All that you need,&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing that saves you... from me,&lt;br /&gt;Is me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly wish... sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't give a damn,&lt;br /&gt;I sit and watch you struggle,&lt;br /&gt;With a lesser man,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for resistance to win,&lt;br /&gt;O', this decency is doin' me in,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', 'cos I do love you,&lt;br /&gt;More than you could know,&lt;br /&gt;And I so want you,&lt;br /&gt;Deep down in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;And I know I can be,&lt;br /&gt;Everything that you need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing that saves you,&lt;br /&gt;O', the very thing that craves you,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, the only thing that saves you,&lt;br /&gt;Is me... and my decency,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a decent man... damn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-8349189093671995771?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/8349189093671995771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/only-thing.html#comment-form' 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Mawmaw.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Loving Mawmaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me look,&lt;br /&gt;In the right direction,&lt;br /&gt;Help me to see,&lt;br /&gt;The good of it all,&lt;br /&gt;Comfort my days,&lt;br /&gt;Of pain with reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Into the wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Of a loving Mawmaw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the days,&lt;br /&gt;Of laughter like thunder,&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the times,&lt;br /&gt;She held me so close,&lt;br /&gt;Here are the days,&lt;br /&gt;Of solemn, sweet wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Here are the times,&lt;br /&gt;She needs me the most,&lt;br /&gt;And so I must look,&lt;br /&gt;To honor thru’ danger,&lt;br /&gt;To see the courage,&lt;br /&gt;She gave to us all,&lt;br /&gt;To bravely discard,&lt;br /&gt;My sadness and anger,&lt;br /&gt;To behold the miracle,&lt;br /&gt;Of a loving Mawmaw,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, help me look,&lt;br /&gt;In the right direction,&lt;br /&gt;Help me to see,&lt;br /&gt;The good in it all,&lt;br /&gt;Comfort my days,&lt;br /&gt;Of pain with reflection,&lt;br /&gt;Into the timeless wonder,&lt;br /&gt;Of a loving Mawmaw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-1192147775499346233?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/1192147775499346233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/loving-mawmaw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1192147775499346233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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went bad,&lt;br /&gt;Your doggie went outside to play,&lt;br /&gt;And never did come back,&lt;br /&gt;You tho't it was an accident,&lt;br /&gt;That he'd be back tonight,&lt;br /&gt;But the note you found that he had left,&lt;br /&gt;Said "you're no friend of mine",&lt;br /&gt;Don't let it get you down,&lt;br /&gt;Don't dig yourself a hole,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos look who's here to cheer you up,&lt;br /&gt;It's Smokey the Toad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Smokey the Toad is an easy going guy,&lt;br /&gt;He can pick you up so much that you can almost fly,&lt;br /&gt;You'll laugh so hard that you'll forget that you were gonna cry,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Smokey the Toad knows how to make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;Smokey the Toad is an easy going guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you've been busy lately,&lt;br /&gt;Working all the time,&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since you've relaxed,&lt;br /&gt;You think that it's a crime,&lt;br /&gt;And you keep on pretending,&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't bother you,&lt;br /&gt;But all those lies are wasted time,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos we all know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let the world blind you,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let them turn you cold,&lt;br /&gt;Live your life in happiness,&lt;br /&gt;Like Smokey the Toad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Smokey the Toad is an easy going guy,&lt;br /&gt;He can pick you up so much that you can almost fly,&lt;br /&gt;You'll laugh so hard that you'll forget that you were gonna cry,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Smokey the Toad knows how to make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;Smokey the Toad is an easy going guy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I heard you had a terrible day,&lt;br /&gt;That everything went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;You tried your best, but anyway,&lt;br /&gt;Everything went wrong,&lt;br /&gt;So maybe times do get rough,&lt;br /&gt;And you lose some things you love,&lt;br /&gt;But you won't have much at all,&lt;br /&gt;If it's not what you want,&lt;br /&gt;Don't just turn and walk away,&lt;br /&gt;And say it isn't so,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos everyone has seen it well,&lt;br /&gt;In Smokey the Toad,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Smokey the Toad is an easy going guy,&lt;br /&gt;He can pick you up so much that you can almost fly,&lt;br /&gt;You'll laugh so hard that you'll forget that you were gonna cry,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Smokey the Toad knows how to make you smile,&lt;br /&gt;Smokey the Toad is an easy going guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6148896940977097316?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6148896940977097316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/smokey-toad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2003, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I Loved You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would know without reason,&lt;br /&gt;When I look in your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;You could touch without reaching,&lt;br /&gt;Into my disguise,&lt;br /&gt;I would dream while awake,&lt;br /&gt;And wish them all true,&lt;br /&gt;Sweet dreams of your love,&lt;br /&gt;If I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would destroy the barriers,&lt;br /&gt;Between your heart and mine,&lt;br /&gt;I would open the sea,&lt;br /&gt;So you could swim thru’ my mind,&lt;br /&gt;I would not give you doubt,&lt;br /&gt;I could not leave you blue,&lt;br /&gt;I would lay it all out,&lt;br /&gt;If I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would settle your mind,&lt;br /&gt;When you could not be sure,&lt;br /&gt;There would be no doubt,&lt;br /&gt;About who we were,&lt;br /&gt;I would be a bright light,&lt;br /&gt;In the dark of your blue,&lt;br /&gt;I would see thru’ your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;If I loved you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, in the deepest of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;In the absence of trust,&lt;br /&gt;I’d walk thru’ the fire,&lt;br /&gt;I’d crawl thru’ the dust,&lt;br /&gt;In everything I could be,&lt;br /&gt;In all that I’d do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you love me,&lt;br /&gt;If I loved you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6928094291797759453?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6928094291797759453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/if-i-loved-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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2002, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Knob Noster Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, I went to school,&lt;br /&gt;In the Knob Noster Way,&lt;br /&gt;With my orange and black heroes,&lt;br /&gt;And a smile on my face,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With teachers who would gladly,&lt;br /&gt;Take time to smile back,&lt;br /&gt;With parents who would proudly,&lt;br /&gt;Wear orange and black,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where a game was more,&lt;br /&gt;Than a win or a loss,&lt;br /&gt;Where church really was,&lt;br /&gt;A meeting with God,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, I grew up true,&lt;br /&gt;In the Knob Noster way,&lt;br /&gt;Sure of myself and my friends,&lt;br /&gt;And the history we made,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where my teacher, Mrs. Jarolim,&lt;br /&gt;So tho’tfully said,&lt;br /&gt;Put those things on your paper,&lt;br /&gt;That are there in your head,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she made my life better,&lt;br /&gt;Made me so proud to say,&lt;br /&gt;I went to school… grew up true,&lt;br /&gt;In the Knob Noster way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3350023554087080833?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3350023554087080833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/knob-noster-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3350023554087080833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3350023554087080833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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/&gt;But I've loved you for a million years,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ester woman, my yester glow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; better love, I'll never know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;y heart's desire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;nows your fire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;hhh... yester woman, my yester glow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what tomorrow will do,&lt;br /&gt;But yester sorrow; I never knew,&lt;br /&gt;I love you, baby, from so long ago,&lt;br /&gt;You love me true; many lifetimes I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ester woman, my yester glow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; better love, I'll never know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;y heart's desire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;nows your fire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;hhh... yester woman, my yester glow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't question the love that is you,&lt;br /&gt;Holding me now in our current days,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't wonder how true is true,&lt;br /&gt;When you love me now in those yester ways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;ester woman; my yester glow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; better love, I'll never know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;y heart's desire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;nows your fire,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;hhh... yester woman; my yester glow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, yester woman; my yester glow,&lt;br /&gt;Yester woman; yester love I know. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6142519912054716652?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-4731377679224494868</id><published>2010-05-17T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T04:14:04.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonrise.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moonrise (Knowing You).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here I sit in the sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;And marvel at the day,&lt;br /&gt;But I know a better life,&lt;br /&gt;Is only a sunset away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', it's not hard to be patient,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you,&lt;br /&gt;Love so rare, so ancient,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in the moonrise,&lt;br /&gt;Where the sunlight wanes,&lt;br /&gt;Where love is present,&lt;br /&gt;My powers are crescent,&lt;br /&gt;Meet me where happiness stays,&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;O', meet me in the moonrise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There I stand in the rainshine,&lt;br /&gt;In the shade of a broken rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;But beyond the clouds,&lt;br /&gt;A better life, I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to resist,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you,&lt;br /&gt;Love in all that exists,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meet me in the moonrise,&lt;br /&gt;Where the rainshine falls,&lt;br /&gt;Where love is present,&lt;br /&gt;My powers are crescent,&lt;br /&gt;Meet me where happiness calls,&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the rainshine,&lt;br /&gt;O', meet me in the moonrise,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't burn in the sunlight,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you,&lt;br /&gt;I won't drown in the rainshine,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', it's not hard to be patient,&lt;br /&gt;It's not hard to resist,&lt;br /&gt;Love so rare, so ancient,&lt;br /&gt;Love in all that exists,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you in the moonrise,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you,&lt;br /&gt;O', meet me in the moonrise,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-4731377679224494868?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/4731377679224494868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/moonrise.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4731377679224494868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4731377679224494868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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(For The Children).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1996, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.E.A.C.H. (For The Children).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reach for the children,&lt;br /&gt;Reach from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reach to let them know,&lt;br /&gt;The further we reach,&lt;br /&gt;The closer they are,&lt;br /&gt;Reach and bring them home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you seen our missing children,&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard their subtle clues,&lt;br /&gt;Open your eyes and realize,&lt;br /&gt;They're reaching out for you,&lt;br /&gt;From their uncharted islands,&lt;br /&gt;You're a ship in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is so close to you,&lt;br /&gt;If you only dare to reach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', reach for the children,&lt;br /&gt;Reach from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reach to let them know,&lt;br /&gt;The further we reach,&lt;br /&gt;The closer they are,&lt;br /&gt;Reach and bring them home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know our missing children,&lt;br /&gt;Have you heard their mournful cries,&lt;br /&gt;Open your heart and let them know,&lt;br /&gt;They're always on our minds,&lt;br /&gt;From their drought in the desert,&lt;br /&gt;You're an oasis, you're a dream,&lt;br /&gt;The answer isn't far from you,&lt;br /&gt;You can help them if you reach,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', reach for the children,&lt;br /&gt;Reach from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reach to let them know,&lt;br /&gt;The further we reach,&lt;br /&gt;The closer they are,&lt;br /&gt;Reach and bring them home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Rescue Efforts Assisting Children Home (REACH!),&lt;br /&gt;Join our Rescue Efforts Assisting Children Home (REACH!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are Rescue Efforts Assisting Children Home (REACH!),&lt;br /&gt;Join our Rescue Efforts Assisting Children Home (REACH!),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', reach for the children,&lt;br /&gt;Reach from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reach to let them know,&lt;br /&gt;The further we reach,&lt;br /&gt;The closer they are,&lt;br /&gt;Reach and bring them home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', reach for the children,&lt;br /&gt;Reach from your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Reach to let them know,&lt;br /&gt;The further we reach,&lt;br /&gt;The closer they are,&lt;br /&gt;Reach and bring them home,&lt;br /&gt;O' yeah, reach and bring them home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6365036718217520995?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6365036718217520995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/reach-for-children.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6365036718217520995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6365036718217520995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/reach-for-children.html' title='R.E.A.C.H. (For The Children).'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-4499346961227447345</id><published>2010-05-08T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T23:45:42.692-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like-A-Love.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2007, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like-A-Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I met a girl and she said,&lt;br /&gt;I like a guy like-a-you,&lt;br /&gt;You like-a-need like-a-girl like to love you,&lt;br /&gt;And I like-a-think like I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like-a-hit like-a-floor,&lt;br /&gt;I like-a-bo’t her a ring,&lt;br /&gt;I like-a-asked her to go like away with me,&lt;br /&gt;And make-a-me feel like a king,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-you, like-a-me,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-true, true love,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-dream,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-heaven above,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-you, like-a-me,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-love,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like-a-fell like in love,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-forever, it’s true,&lt;br /&gt;She like-a-knows me like no one like knows me,&lt;br /&gt;And I like-a-know like her too,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We like-a-married in June,&lt;br /&gt;Like under a full like-a-moon,&lt;br /&gt;We like-a-lived happy like ever after,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-like lovers like do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-you, like-a-me,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-true, true love,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-dream,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-heaven above,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-you, like-a-me,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-love,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-you, like-a-me,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-true, true love,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-dream,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-heaven above,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-you, like-a-me,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-love,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-you, like-a-me,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-true, true love,&lt;br /&gt;Like-a-love.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-4499346961227447345?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/4499346961227447345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4499346961227447345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4499346961227447345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/like-love.html' title='Like-A-Love.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-862978256018568953</id><published>2010-05-08T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T06:00:11.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter To Daisy.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2007, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Letter To Daisy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy, &lt;br /&gt;Tell me a story,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know I hang on every word you say,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a story about a happy girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who knows her sister truly loves her,&lt;br /&gt;A story about a love not gone away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a romantic healer,&lt;br /&gt;Tears will sweetly wash your loving soul,&lt;br /&gt;Love is long, but never distant,&lt;br /&gt;Keeping me beside you where you go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold me true, don’t delay,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what your dreams are all about,&lt;br /&gt;Your gut feeling is not accidental,&lt;br /&gt;It’s me and all who love you speaking out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why is life not simply simple,&lt;br /&gt;Simply put, I do not know,&lt;br /&gt;But what I do know leaves me no worry,&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who loves me so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t forget those Eskimo kisses,&lt;br /&gt;Or secret starry night wishes,&lt;br /&gt;Tickles that made you wiggle,&lt;br /&gt;Moments that made us giggle,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daisy,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a story,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know I hang on every word you say,&lt;br /&gt;Tell me a story about a happy girl,&lt;br /&gt;Who knows her sister truly loves her,&lt;br /&gt;A story about a love not gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-862978256018568953?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/862978256018568953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-to-daisy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/862978256018568953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/862978256018568953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/letter-to-daisy.html' title='Letter To Daisy.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-1455037980191268054</id><published>2010-05-07T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T07:50:15.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Carolina.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2007, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in Carolina,&lt;br /&gt;A pure blue Tarheel girl,&lt;br /&gt;Destined to be destined,&lt;br /&gt;Bound to see the world,&lt;br /&gt;Near and far she journeyed,&lt;br /&gt;But she never left this town,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how far she went,&lt;br /&gt;She was always around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart did not roam,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where she’d go,&lt;br /&gt;She has always been home,&lt;br /&gt;Carolina,&lt;br /&gt;She will always be home,&lt;br /&gt;Carolina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the storms swept in,&lt;br /&gt;To take her away,&lt;br /&gt;Her anchor was her saving grace,&lt;br /&gt;A home to hold,&lt;br /&gt;A time to pray,&lt;br /&gt;A comfort she would find no other place,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now in Carolina,&lt;br /&gt;A pure blue Tarheel girl,&lt;br /&gt;Coming home forever,&lt;br /&gt;Back from all the world,&lt;br /&gt;Near and far her memories,&lt;br /&gt;Her love is all around,&lt;br /&gt;The same is true in life and death,&lt;br /&gt;In Carolina she’ll be found,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her heart did not roam,&lt;br /&gt;No matter where she’d go,&lt;br /&gt;She has always been home,&lt;br /&gt;Carolina,&lt;br /&gt;She will always be home,&lt;br /&gt;Carolina,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Born in Carolina,&lt;br /&gt;She will always be home,&lt;br /&gt;Carolina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-1455037980191268054?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/1455037980191268054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/carolina.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1455037980191268054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1455037980191268054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/carolina.html' title='Carolina.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-7782209320926782074</id><published>2010-05-06T07:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-06T07:30:42.458-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're My Hero.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2007, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re My Hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been out in a war zone,&lt;br /&gt;Where a grown man can come unglued,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never known,&lt;br /&gt;A hero as brave as you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen the desperate surrender,&lt;br /&gt;Of a man about to lose,&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve never seen,&lt;br /&gt;A soldier as tough as you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my hero,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the truth within my dream,&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I want,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I need… a hero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve fallen from the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Landed on the dark side of the moon,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never met,&lt;br /&gt;A trooper like you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen them chicken out,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve seen them turn pale blue,&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve never seen,&lt;br /&gt;Them bounce as high as you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re my hero,&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the truth within my dream,&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I want,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I need… a hero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the world,&lt;br /&gt;They like to call me a hero,&lt;br /&gt;For standing tall in the face of doom,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all my courage,&lt;br /&gt;Comes to me accidental,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve never been half as brave as you,&lt;br /&gt;You’re my hero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can’t you see,&lt;br /&gt;You’re the truth within my dream,&lt;br /&gt;You’re all I want,&lt;br /&gt;Whenever I need… a hero,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the truth within my dream,&lt;br /&gt;You’re my hero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-7782209320926782074?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/7782209320926782074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-my-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/7782209320926782074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/7782209320926782074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/youre-my-hero.html' title='You&apos;re My Hero.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-6041058476375651464</id><published>2010-05-03T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T21:37:19.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mileena.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2004, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mileena.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;In the island sun,&lt;br /&gt;Across the deep blue sea,&lt;br /&gt;There is a girl,&lt;br /&gt;I know I love,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena, won’t you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, Mileena, Mileena,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena, Mileena,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena the girl that I see,&lt;br /&gt;Out in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;And across the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena won’t you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;O’, Mileena won’t you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little monkey,&lt;br /&gt;Jumping on the bed,&lt;br /&gt;One little monkey I see,&lt;br /&gt;One fell off and,&lt;br /&gt;Bumped his head,&lt;br /&gt;He said, Mileena won’t you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, Mileena, Mileena,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena, Mileena,&lt;br /&gt;One little monkey I see,&lt;br /&gt;One fell off and bumped his head,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena won’t you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;O’, Mileena won’t you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, out in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Out in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;In the Caribbean sun,&lt;br /&gt;There is a notion,&lt;br /&gt;A girl I see,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena, my only love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, Mileena, Mileena,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena, Mileena,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena, the girl that I love,&lt;br /&gt;Out in the ocean,&lt;br /&gt;Into the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena, won’t you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;O’, Mileena won’t you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Mileena, Mileena,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena, Mileena,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena, won’t you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little monkey,&lt;br /&gt;Out in the sea,&lt;br /&gt;Mileena, won’t you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;O’, Mileena, won’t you marry me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Mileena,&lt;br /&gt;I’m your monkey,&lt;br /&gt;Won’t you marry me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6041058476375651464?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6041058476375651464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/mileena.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6041058476375651464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6041058476375651464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/mileena.html' title='Mileena.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-4282027627632575910</id><published>2010-05-01T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-01T07:12:02.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hidden Queen.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hidden Queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved you since the day we met,&lt;br /&gt;But you don’t seem to love me yet,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe you are just afraid,&lt;br /&gt;Scared you've made a big mistake,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t worry, Babe, I’ve made one too,&lt;br /&gt;I let my heart gamble and it lost you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could cry,&lt;br /&gt;O’ why, o’ why,&lt;br /&gt;Did I let you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was shy,&lt;br /&gt;Now I could die,&lt;br /&gt;For not asking you to stay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve told myself a hundred times,&lt;br /&gt;In a hundred songs and a hundred lines,&lt;br /&gt;That you would not consider me,&lt;br /&gt;And I was right or so it seems,&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t say I’ll be all right,&lt;br /&gt;Not until I know you’re mine,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could cry,&lt;br /&gt;O’ why, o’ why,&lt;br /&gt;Did I let you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was shy,&lt;br /&gt;Now I could die,&lt;br /&gt;For not asking you to stay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re the best thing I’ve ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to be my queen,&lt;br /&gt;I’m a little crazy to want your love,&lt;br /&gt;But if I called; would you hang up,&lt;br /&gt;I know that you don’t love me yet,&lt;br /&gt;But I’ve loved you since the day we met,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I could cry,&lt;br /&gt;O’ why, o’ why,&lt;br /&gt;Did I let you walk away,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I was shy,&lt;br /&gt;Now I could die,&lt;br /&gt;For not asking you to stay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I’m so sad,&lt;br /&gt;And I feel so bad,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos I lost you, didn’t I, Babe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-4282027627632575910?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/4282027627632575910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/hidden-queen.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4282027627632575910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4282027627632575910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/05/hidden-queen.html' title='The Hidden Queen.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-6154251978580782201</id><published>2010-04-29T06:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T06:09:48.164-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Daniels Will Do.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2006, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Daniels Will Do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, mister bartender,&lt;br /&gt;Take my order please,&lt;br /&gt;I want the woman at the end of the bar,&lt;br /&gt;Lord, she's such a tease,&lt;br /&gt;I'll take her single and straight,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not askin' much from you,&lt;br /&gt;But if you cannot deliver her, then,&lt;br /&gt;Jack Daniels will do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came in here lookin',&lt;br /&gt;And she's sure lookin' great,&lt;br /&gt;I refuse to leave here disappointed,&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure to get a date,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how lonely she is,&lt;br /&gt;Or what she's going thru',&lt;br /&gt;But if she doesn't want me at all, then,&lt;br /&gt;Jack Daniels will do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ordered me a whiskey,&lt;br /&gt;Jack, he sure is good,&lt;br /&gt;He's making me the center of attention,&lt;br /&gt;And she's smilin' like I knew she would,&lt;br /&gt;My jokes are sure to impress her,&lt;br /&gt;Like I never knew,&lt;br /&gt;But if she still can turn me down, then,&lt;br /&gt;Jack Daniels will do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bar is barely open,&lt;br /&gt;The clock struck two a.m.,&lt;br /&gt;But I still have a fighting chance,&lt;br /&gt;With the competition wearin' thin,&lt;br /&gt;I'm about half wasted,&lt;br /&gt;And about half unglued,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't care if she leaves alone, 'cos,&lt;br /&gt;Jack Daniels will do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, mister bartender, don't ya know,&lt;br /&gt;Jack Daniels will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6154251978580782201?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6154251978580782201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/jack-daniels-will-do.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6154251978580782201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6154251978580782201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/jack-daniels-will-do.html' title='Jack Daniels Will Do.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-4516118193551241720</id><published>2010-04-28T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-28T08:53:44.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Down In Flames.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2006, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in Flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flew like a hero,&lt;br /&gt;In and out of your defense,&lt;br /&gt;And I survived all along the way,&lt;br /&gt;But baby, now you're leaving me,&lt;br /&gt;And I cannot pretend,&lt;br /&gt;I feel like I'm going down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', fighting for your love,&lt;br /&gt;I was an ace among the best,&lt;br /&gt;I put all those other men to shame,&lt;br /&gt;O'. but lately I've been waging war,&lt;br /&gt;With my own happiness,&lt;br /&gt;O', I feel like I'm going down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;O', down into the fire,&lt;br /&gt;Down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;Losing my desire,&lt;br /&gt;O', I may never fly in love again,&lt;br /&gt;O', I feel like I'm going down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the art of gallantry,&lt;br /&gt;O', I was there for you,&lt;br /&gt;And I provided love along the way,&lt;br /&gt;But here I stand alone in love,&lt;br /&gt;No matter what I do,&lt;br /&gt;O', I feel like I'm going down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;O', down into the fire,&lt;br /&gt;Down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;Losing my desire,&lt;br /&gt;O', I may never fly in love again,&lt;br /&gt;O', I feel like I'm going down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;I'm lost without your lovin',&lt;br /&gt;Down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;I'm burning down to nothin',&lt;br /&gt;O', I may never fly in love again,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I feel like I'm going down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I feel like I'm going down in flames,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it hurts me like I'm going down in flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-4516118193551241720?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/4516118193551241720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/down-in-flames.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4516118193551241720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4516118193551241720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/down-in-flames.html' title='Down In Flames.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-1996100922225507092</id><published>2010-04-26T07:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T08:33:45.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Babydoll.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Babydoll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not playin' a game girl,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not riskin' anything,&lt;br /&gt;I'm just in it for love; and that's all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not feelin' ashamed girl,&lt;br /&gt;For givin' you my everything,&lt;br /&gt;Afterall; you are my babydoll,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go,&lt;br /&gt;The world is so very, very cold,&lt;br /&gt;Come hold me tight,&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not gettin' serious,&lt;br /&gt;Not if you're gonna laugh at me,&lt;br /&gt;And tell your friends I'm nothing to you at all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not getting furious,&lt;br /&gt;If you don't feel like havin' me,&lt;br /&gt;Afterall; you are my babydoll,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go,&lt;br /&gt;The world is so very, very cold,&lt;br /&gt;Come hold me tight,&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you tonight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been hurt by some my love,&lt;br /&gt;That really did not wanna be,&lt;br /&gt;And they loved to watch me crumble and fall,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not givin' up my love,&lt;br /&gt;Not if you promise your love to me,&lt;br /&gt;Afterall; you are my babydoll,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come hold me close,&lt;br /&gt;Don't let me go,&lt;br /&gt;The world is so very, very cold,&lt;br /&gt;Come hold me tight,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And let me love you tonight; o',&lt;br /&gt;Tonight; my babydoll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-1996100922225507092?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/1996100922225507092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-babydoll.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1996100922225507092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1996100922225507092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-babydoll.html' title='My Babydoll.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-834134745228382958</id><published>2010-04-25T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T16:38:48.937-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want Your Kiss.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Want Your Kiss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to say I want you,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how to say I care,&lt;br /&gt;But you can believe if you were alone,&lt;br /&gt;That I would soon be there,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so many times to tell you,&lt;br /&gt;But it never did any good,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I tried to say it,&lt;br /&gt;You never understood,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Oo', now baby, don't ya dare resist,&lt;br /&gt;And after then,&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, I want you again,&lt;br /&gt;Oo', now baby, won't ya please give in,&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Oo', now baby, don't ya dare... o', please don't resist,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't ever want you lose you,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't even have you yet,&lt;br /&gt;But you can believe if I had the chance,&lt;br /&gt;That I would do my best,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't really seem to matter,&lt;br /&gt;How much or if I care for you,&lt;br /&gt;But just in case it does one day, then,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, I really do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Oo', now baby, don't ya dare resist,&lt;br /&gt;And after then,&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, I want you again,&lt;br /&gt;Oo', now baby, won't ya please give in,&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Oo', now baby, don't ya dare... o', please don't resist,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could stop the world babe,&lt;br /&gt;So you'd have time to love me too,&lt;br /&gt;Maybe then you'd understand,&lt;br /&gt;That I'm in love with you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've tried so many times to show you,&lt;br /&gt;But you never seem to change,&lt;br /&gt;No matter how I tried to show you,&lt;br /&gt;You'd just run away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Oo', now baby, don't ya dare resist,&lt;br /&gt;And after then,&lt;br /&gt;Ya know, I want you again,&lt;br /&gt;Oo', now baby, won't ya please give in,&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;I want your kiss,&lt;br /&gt;Oo', now baby, don't ya dare... o', please don't resist,&lt;br /&gt;Oo', now baby, don't ya dare... o', please don't resist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-834134745228382958?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/834134745228382958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-your-kiss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/834134745228382958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/834134745228382958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-want-your-kiss.html' title='I Want Your Kiss.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-6592662937699003942</id><published>2010-04-23T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T11:09:32.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pausal Note 10#.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, Copyright 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"love is something you spend all your life looking for and rely on instinct to discover" (note to Desiree') -WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from the works, Warm Tho'ts by WillyToad*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6592662937699003942?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6592662937699003942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/pausal-note-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6592662937699003942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6592662937699003942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/pausal-note-10.html' title='Pausal Note 10#.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-2705201726557247881</id><published>2010-04-21T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-21T08:38:59.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Love Song Is.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Love Song Is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just wanna write a love song different from the rest,&lt;br /&gt;One that’ll play on the radio and become the very best,&lt;br /&gt;If you want it please reserve it,&lt;br /&gt;And God knows you deserve it,&lt;br /&gt;And like everything I do,&lt;br /&gt;My love song is you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want this to be different, but I know it’ll be the same,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos like everything I try to do my love song’s in your name,&lt;br /&gt;If you want it please reserve it,&lt;br /&gt;And God knows you deserve it,&lt;br /&gt;And like everything I see,&lt;br /&gt;My love song is me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think of it, if my love song was different it wouldn’t be love,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos it’s a stereotype kind of feeling, the kind I’m thinking of,&lt;br /&gt;If you want it please reserve it,&lt;br /&gt;And God knows you deserve it,&lt;br /&gt;And like everything I trust,&lt;br /&gt;My love song is us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-2705201726557247881?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/2705201726557247881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-love-song-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2705201726557247881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2705201726557247881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/my-love-song-is.html' title='My Love Song Is.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-1248390714468050220</id><published>2010-04-20T10:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T10:19:59.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Will Take You.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate Will Take You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a man destroy a mind,&lt;br /&gt;With words that are far much more than unkind,&lt;br /&gt;Does this make him fulfilled and proud,&lt;br /&gt;To know people chill when he speaks aloud,&lt;br /&gt;This ill fated man will soon be shown,&lt;br /&gt;Where hate can take you, when he’s all alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-1248390714468050220?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/1248390714468050220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/hate-will-take-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1248390714468050220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1248390714468050220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/hate-will-take-you.html' title='Hate Will Take You.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-3716251297142841004</id><published>2010-04-19T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T06:08:57.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple (The Truth About Us).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple (The Truth About Us).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so easy,&lt;br /&gt;When love is simple and true,&lt;br /&gt;I know this simply because,&lt;br /&gt;I'm so in love with you, so true, so true,&lt;br /&gt;I can send you gifts without reason,&lt;br /&gt;You can open them without guilt,&lt;br /&gt;I don't expect you to heal my sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;O', but I know, you always will,&lt;br /&gt;O', it's so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Our unconditional love is so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Born in trust,&lt;br /&gt;It's beautifully simple, o' so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Simple,&lt;br /&gt;The truth about us,&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you stories without morals,&lt;br /&gt;You can listen without sin,&lt;br /&gt;I can start loving you; never knowing,&lt;br /&gt;Yet not believing it'll ever end,&lt;br /&gt;O', it's so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Our unconditional love is so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Born in trust,&lt;br /&gt;It's beautifully simple, o' so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Simple,&lt;br /&gt;The truth about us,&lt;br /&gt;O', give your heart,&lt;br /&gt;I will not crush it,&lt;br /&gt;Give your truth,&lt;br /&gt;I will turn it into trust,&lt;br /&gt;O', give your soul,&lt;br /&gt;I will not waste it,&lt;br /&gt;It's all so simple,&lt;br /&gt;The truth about us,&lt;br /&gt;O', it's so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Our unconditional love is so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Born in trust,&lt;br /&gt;It's beautifully simple, o' so simple,&lt;br /&gt;Simple,&lt;br /&gt;The truth about us,&lt;br /&gt;O', life is so easy,&lt;br /&gt;When love is simple and true,&lt;br /&gt;I know; I know, simply because, o',&lt;br /&gt;I'm  so in love with you, so true, so true,&lt;br /&gt;Simple, so true; my love,&lt;br /&gt;Simple,&lt;br /&gt;The truth about us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3716251297142841004?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3716251297142841004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-truth-about-us.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3716251297142841004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3716251297142841004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/simple-truth-about-us.html' title='Simple (The Truth About Us).'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-3795675737551680817</id><published>2010-04-18T09:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T09:26:25.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jealous.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous (Zoey’s Dream).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s a girl in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;She’s better for you,&lt;br /&gt;I wonder sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;If she can be true,&lt;br /&gt;But I know if you are,&lt;br /&gt;Then she can be too,&lt;br /&gt;O’, there’s a girl in my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;She’s better for you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a weak and angry truth,&lt;br /&gt;Jealous,&lt;br /&gt;Of the girl I dreamed for you,&lt;br /&gt;So jealous,&lt;br /&gt;Of the girl I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;So all the girls can be jealous,&lt;br /&gt;So jealous of a girl like me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girl is so perfect,&lt;br /&gt;She knows your very heart,&lt;br /&gt;I see her so many times,&lt;br /&gt;There, in your sweet arms,&lt;br /&gt;She’s so right just to be,&lt;br /&gt;With you, where you are,&lt;br /&gt;O’, the girl is so perfect,&lt;br /&gt;She knows your very heart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a weak and angry truth,&lt;br /&gt;Jealous,&lt;br /&gt;Of the girl I dreamed for you,&lt;br /&gt;So jealous,&lt;br /&gt;Of the girl I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;So all the girls can be jealous,&lt;br /&gt;So jealous of a girl like me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She’s a dream girl, I know,&lt;br /&gt;A girl I dream to be,&lt;br /&gt;A girl so like the one for you,&lt;br /&gt;So unlike a girl like me,&lt;br /&gt;I get so jealous of her,&lt;br /&gt;I cry inside my dream,&lt;br /&gt;O’, she’s a dream girl, I know,&lt;br /&gt;A girl I dream to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jealous,&lt;br /&gt;It’s a weak and angry truth,&lt;br /&gt;Jealous,&lt;br /&gt;Of the girl I dreamed for you,&lt;br /&gt;So jealous,&lt;br /&gt;Of the girl I want to be,&lt;br /&gt;So all the girls can be jealous,&lt;br /&gt;So jealous of a girl like me,&lt;br /&gt;O’, I will be your dream girl,&lt;br /&gt;So all the girls can be,&lt;br /&gt;Jealous, jealous, so jealous,&lt;br /&gt;Of a supergirl like me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3795675737551680817?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3795675737551680817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/jealous.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3795675737551680817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3795675737551680817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/jealous.html' title='Jealous.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-8238711323355454739</id><published>2010-04-18T08:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-18T08:58:08.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Romeo And His Princess.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romeo And His Princess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a small town Romeo,&lt;br /&gt;With hopes and dreams to find,&lt;br /&gt;She was a forgotten princess,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting for her knight,&lt;br /&gt;They looked well together,&lt;br /&gt;They seemed a perfect match,&lt;br /&gt;But soon time pushed them miles apart,&lt;br /&gt;And put an end to that,&lt;br /&gt;And what had not yet started,&lt;br /&gt;Had crumbled at their feet,&lt;br /&gt;And all the time they were apart,&lt;br /&gt;They felt so incomplete,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', will they ever know if they'd be happy together,&lt;br /&gt;Will there be only memories to dream on and treasure,&lt;br /&gt;And can they be satisfied knowing this... forever,&lt;br /&gt;O', will they ever know if they'd be happy together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He shot off into a war,&lt;br /&gt;With hatred all around,&lt;br /&gt;She fell in a lifeless pool,&lt;br /&gt;And left nothing to be found,&lt;br /&gt;He wrote to her to tell her,&lt;br /&gt;That soon he would return,&lt;br /&gt;All his life was cancelled now,&lt;br /&gt;To make some room for her,&lt;br /&gt;But she would never answer,&lt;br /&gt;And when he finally came,&lt;br /&gt;He found he wasn't the only one,&lt;br /&gt;Who'd tho't to get away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', will they ever know if they'd be happy together,&lt;br /&gt;Will there be only memories to dream on and treasure,&lt;br /&gt;And can they be satisfied knowing this... forever,&lt;br /&gt;O', will they ever know if they'd be happy together,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So he went back to loneliness,&lt;br /&gt;Returning just sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;Always only emptiness,&lt;br /&gt;Was there for him to find,&lt;br /&gt;Then one day a letter came,&lt;br /&gt;And Romeo felt terrible,&lt;br /&gt;The letter claimed his princess dead,&lt;br /&gt;And soon would be her burial,&lt;br /&gt;And with a tear in every word,&lt;br /&gt;He said he'd live no more,&lt;br /&gt;His broken heart would take him to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;To everything he'd lived for,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', will they ever know if they'd be happy together,&lt;br /&gt;Will there be only memories to dream on and treasure,&lt;br /&gt;And can they be satisfied knowing this... forever,&lt;br /&gt;O', will they ever know if they'd be happy together,&lt;br /&gt;O', I wonder if they'll be happy now, together... forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-8238711323355454739?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/8238711323355454739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/romeo-and-his-princess.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8238711323355454739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8238711323355454739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/romeo-and-his-princess.html' title='Romeo And His Princess.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-6056091293914505817</id><published>2010-04-16T07:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-16T07:47:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make My World Wonderful.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1986, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You Make My World Wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I won't forget it,&lt;br /&gt;Right from the start,&lt;br /&gt;You sent it in a letter,&lt;br /&gt;In a greeting card,&lt;br /&gt;A simple little message,&lt;br /&gt;But don't you see,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget,&lt;br /&gt;What it means to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faded jeans; a pocketful of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;And you make my world wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;O', faded jeans; a pocketful of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;And you make my world wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah; you make my world wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It jumped up from the paper,&lt;br /&gt;And into my soul,&lt;br /&gt;It touched me like an angel,&lt;br /&gt;And I want you to know,&lt;br /&gt;That wherever I go,&lt;br /&gt;Wherever I am,&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna have it with me,&lt;br /&gt;In my heart and my hand,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saying; faded jeans; a pocketful of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;And you make my world wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;O', faded jeans; a pocketful of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;And you make my world wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah; you make my world wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Girl, I won't forget it,&lt;br /&gt;Right to the end,&lt;br /&gt;You wrote it in a letter,&lt;br /&gt;On a card you sent,&lt;br /&gt;A simple little message,&lt;br /&gt;But don't you see,&lt;br /&gt;It was sent from you,&lt;br /&gt;And it was meant for me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It said; faded jeans; a pocketful of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;And you make my world wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;O', faded jeans; a pocketful of dreams,&lt;br /&gt;And you make my world wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah; you make my world wonderful,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, you do; it's true,&lt;br /&gt;You make my world wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6056091293914505817?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6056091293914505817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-make-my-world-wonderful.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6056091293914505817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6056091293914505817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/you-make-my-world-wonderful.html' title='You Make My World Wonderful.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-9022196467352576849</id><published>2010-04-14T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T09:28:22.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl In The Mirror (from the soundtrack: "Out-of-Order")</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Girl In The Mirror (from the soundtrack: "Out-of-Order").&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You tell me you love me forever,&lt;br /&gt;You treat me with angel-like care,&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe,&lt;br /&gt;In the girl that you see,&lt;br /&gt;But my doubt; it won't let me dare,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I wish I could see with your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;And trust in the beauty you see,&lt;br /&gt;In the depths of my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could know,&lt;br /&gt;How your love is reflecting on me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the girl in the mirror won't show me,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that you claim to see,&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe you; I trust you,&lt;br /&gt;But the girl in the mirror is me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything that I've ever learned,&lt;br /&gt;Tells me; have faith in your soul,&lt;br /&gt;Every truth,&lt;br /&gt;Leads me to you,&lt;br /&gt;Still there's that girl that I know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can dream with the pictures you give me,&lt;br /&gt;I can warm for a while in your tho'ts,&lt;br /&gt;I can smell the rose,&lt;br /&gt;Of the beauty you know,&lt;br /&gt;And escape from the girl I am not,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the girl in the mirror won't show me,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that you claim to see,&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe you; I trust you,&lt;br /&gt;But the girl in the mirror is me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', the girl in the mirror doesn't love me,&lt;br /&gt;Ironically; so easy to see,&lt;br /&gt;You must know my prison,&lt;br /&gt;Is lacking your vision,&lt;br /&gt;Of the girl in the mirror you see,&lt;br /&gt;O', the girl in the mirror I need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the girl in the mirror won't show me,&lt;br /&gt;The beauty that you claim to see,&lt;br /&gt;I want to believe you; I trust you,&lt;br /&gt;But the girl in the mirror is me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I trust you; and I believe you,&lt;br /&gt;But the girl in the mirror is me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-9022196467352576849?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/9022196467352576849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/girl-in-mirror-from-soundtrack-out-of.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/9022196467352576849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/9022196467352576849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/girl-in-mirror-from-soundtrack-out-of.html' title='The Girl In The Mirror (from the soundtrack: &quot;Out-of-Order&quot;)'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-2197651094532846651</id><published>2010-04-13T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T11:28:38.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's A Long, Long Way (Nashville).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, Copyright 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's A Long, Long Way (Nashville).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;I was living without you,&lt;br /&gt;But tomorrow and today,&lt;br /&gt;It's nothing I wanna do,&lt;br /&gt;When I tune love's GPS,&lt;br /&gt;On the map inside my soul,&lt;br /&gt;I find the heart of you,&lt;br /&gt;On a path that was my own,&lt;br /&gt;O', it's a long, long way to Nashville; 'til we get there,&lt;br /&gt;The distance is only space between me and you,&lt;br /&gt;Time won't fill your heart,&lt;br /&gt;But baby; I will,&lt;br /&gt;And Nashville will be here and gone too soon,&lt;br /&gt;O', Baltimore; never kept score,&lt;br /&gt;Virginia Beach; kept my sanity,&lt;br /&gt;Time will tell o'; I know it will,&lt;br /&gt;But it's a long, long way to Nashville,&lt;br /&gt;Here inside my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Distance has no place,&lt;br /&gt;The reality of us is,&lt;br /&gt;Only a dream away,&lt;br /&gt;Our love will keep the time,&lt;br /&gt;On the face of the clock we know,&lt;br /&gt;And baby, we will get there,&lt;br /&gt;When we go,&lt;br /&gt;O', it's a long, long way to Nashville; 'til we get there,&lt;br /&gt;The distance is only space between me and you,&lt;br /&gt;Time won't fill your heart,&lt;br /&gt;But baby; I will,&lt;br /&gt;And Nashville will be here and gone too soon,&lt;br /&gt;O', it's a long, long way to Nashville; 'til we get there,&lt;br /&gt;The distance is only space between me and you,&lt;br /&gt;Time won't fill your heart,&lt;br /&gt;But baby; I will,&lt;br /&gt;And Nashville will be here and gone; too soon,&lt;br /&gt;O', Nashville will be here and gone; never me and you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...this is a SmokeytheToad* production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-2197651094532846651?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/2197651094532846651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-long-long-way-nashville.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2197651094532846651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2197651094532846651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/its-long-long-way-nashville.html' title='It&apos;s A Long, Long Way (Nashville).'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-5416323766304231615</id><published>2010-04-11T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T23:36:30.970-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The McDonaldland Klan Phase III.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McDonaldland Klan Phase III.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McDonaldland Klan is alive and well,&lt;br /&gt;Altho’ at times it’s hard to tell,&lt;br /&gt;One of the best is Loose, so he comes first,&lt;br /&gt;John’s not the best, but he couldn’t be worse,&lt;br /&gt;We even have nicknames for some of the crew,&lt;br /&gt;Like Bullwinkle, Dooger, and little Munchkin too,&lt;br /&gt;Donny Kidd is the Kidd, pet gopher, or Disco,&lt;br /&gt;And everybody knows that Jerry Meadows is Macho,&lt;br /&gt;Phil’s still in love with Mountain Dew,&lt;br /&gt;Gail still loves Scottie and Sue still loves Sue,&lt;br /&gt;Some new people we hardly know,&lt;br /&gt;Are Tony, Janet E., Tammy, and Deb Rose,&lt;br /&gt;Everyone knows George Lambert ‘cos he’s been here so long,&lt;br /&gt;And everyone knows Janet Tackett ‘cos her voice is so strong,&lt;br /&gt;Tim is still the twin of Tom,&lt;br /&gt;McToad is still the son of Mom,&lt;br /&gt;D.J.’s still in love with Vicki,&lt;br /&gt;Tim Maynard is still one of the sickies,&lt;br /&gt;Tim’s sister, Peggy, I constantly bother,&lt;br /&gt;But if something shows up, Tim, I’m not the father,&lt;br /&gt;Patty Howard still laughs like a clown in heat,&lt;br /&gt;Spiffy’s still short and Pam’s still sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Theresa’s a Payne and Patty’s a Dasher,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy Wheeler’s insane and Jo Risner’s a flasher,&lt;br /&gt;Don Jr. and Riddell fill our nights with laughter,&lt;br /&gt;Joyce Workman and Patricia fill our days with disaster,&lt;br /&gt;George Harrison works here, but she’s not a Beatle,&lt;br /&gt;And Clem is Tweedle Dum without the Tweedle,&lt;br /&gt;Jenny’s a teaser and Sherrill’s a flirt,&lt;br /&gt;Ed is a weirdo and Mike Reed’s a twirp,&lt;br /&gt;Carol and Robert are two that are new,&lt;br /&gt;Debbie Crawford alone is our best grill crew,&lt;br /&gt;We have a Sweet Pea, but not a Popeye,&lt;br /&gt;Gerald’s low and Mikey’s high,&lt;br /&gt;Bonnie’s good, but Jerri Spear is the best,&lt;br /&gt;Oscar needs a wife and Lib needs a rest,&lt;br /&gt;Garrett and Joyce are brother and sister,&lt;br /&gt;Greg Loftus is about as fun as a blister,&lt;br /&gt;That’s a lot of names, but there’s lots more yet,&lt;br /&gt;Like Joyce B., Sylvia, and also Pam S.,&lt;br /&gt;Julie and Deb Clark are working later at night,&lt;br /&gt;Herbie is a love bug and Mary gets by,&lt;br /&gt;Peggy Reffitt is cool and Harold is nice,&lt;br /&gt;Nancy’s still breakfast and Joetta still bites,&lt;br /&gt;Shari is crazy and Denise is herself,&lt;br /&gt;Bev’s no stranger and Berinda’s an elf,&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve seen Marsha do is clean,&lt;br /&gt;And all Catwoman does is lean,&lt;br /&gt;Kathy L. has yet to work in this heaven,&lt;br /&gt;And, o’ yeah, I almost forgot about Kevin,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sure Tom Wolf would agree very fast,&lt;br /&gt;The best is always mentioned last,&lt;br /&gt;And now that I’ve named all the crew,&lt;br /&gt;Let my final words say to you,&lt;br /&gt;That the proof is in the McDonaldland Klan,&lt;br /&gt;Nobody can do it like McDonald’s can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-5416323766304231615?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/5416323766304231615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/mcdonaldland-klan-phase-iii_11.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5416323766304231615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5416323766304231615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/mcdonaldland-klan-phase-iii_11.html' title='The McDonaldland Klan Phase III.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-5331542718116600297</id><published>2010-04-11T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T17:47:02.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Krew Klutz Klan.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Krew Klutz Klan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McDonaldland Klan has made a change,&lt;br /&gt;With the craziness on a wider range,&lt;br /&gt;Now, the managers have basically stayed the same,&lt;br /&gt;So let’s get a peek at the krew’s little game,&lt;br /&gt;The craziness is proved by our family tree,&lt;br /&gt;For, who else, would admit being related to me,&lt;br /&gt;Let me try to describe the krew,&lt;br /&gt;From another crazy krew member’s point of view,&lt;br /&gt;Some of the krew don’t know the meaning of life,&lt;br /&gt;Like Loose, who’s trying to date Terri, my wife,&lt;br /&gt;The grill krew of Dooger, Dave T., and D. Bayes,&lt;br /&gt;Puts new people like Playdough and Mary B. in a craze,&lt;br /&gt;Joetta and Lindy now work breakfasts and days,&lt;br /&gt;And Tim and Tom are still twins in too many ways,&lt;br /&gt;Mom won’t let me date Lisa, she says it’s not right,&lt;br /&gt;But I think that I’ll ask her and date her in spite,&lt;br /&gt;Melinda is another of the McDonaldland cuties,&lt;br /&gt;And Lightnin’ is surely one of the fruities,&lt;br /&gt;Another one of the workers is Ingles, Mary,&lt;br /&gt;Who publishes my poems and has parties, prairie,&lt;br /&gt;Janet’s pretty rough considering she’s so old,&lt;br /&gt;Patty laughs too often at jokes that are not told,&lt;br /&gt;I think everyone is mentioned, at least I hope they are,&lt;br /&gt;Now you see the people crazy, and conditions bizarre,&lt;br /&gt;We’ll probably lose the Klan, if only one by one,&lt;br /&gt;But I will always strive to remember the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-5331542718116600297?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/5331542718116600297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/krew-klutz-klan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5331542718116600297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5331542718116600297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/krew-klutz-klan.html' title='The Krew Klutz Klan.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-3648716960707668103</id><published>2010-04-11T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T13:50:13.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The McDonaldland Klan.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McDonaldland Klan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen up now, try to understand,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll introduce you to McDonaldland,&lt;br /&gt;The crew is crazy, there is no doubt,&lt;br /&gt;They turn all your tho’ts inside out,&lt;br /&gt;The craziness of the crew is a lot of fun,&lt;br /&gt;But the best comes when the work is done,&lt;br /&gt;This is when managers go berserk,&lt;br /&gt;And it’s a slap in your face and ice down your shirt,&lt;br /&gt;One particular manager I have in mind,&lt;br /&gt;Sprays bug spray and “maybe” acts gay all the time,&lt;br /&gt;The young wedded one sings like Little Bo Peep,&lt;br /&gt;I just hope I’m on his schedule next week,&lt;br /&gt;Kiddo, I tho’t, was bright and concerned,&lt;br /&gt;But his brain took a walk and never returned,&lt;br /&gt;One’s on the short side as everyone sees,&lt;br /&gt;This quality makes her quite easy to tease,&lt;br /&gt;Now the manager we all like to call Anna,&lt;br /&gt;Might notta know how, but she thinka she canna,&lt;br /&gt;Tracy, you see, now he’s the one,&lt;br /&gt;With the habit of calling everyone son,&lt;br /&gt;There’s a little one that still looks like a child,&lt;br /&gt;But when told throws fits and goes totally wild,&lt;br /&gt;The head of the gang is a bit of a ham,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t be mean ‘cos he won’t give a damn,&lt;br /&gt;The owner works right along with the crew,&lt;br /&gt;And all in all is as crazy as you,&lt;br /&gt;This is where I aint’ I and you ain’t you,&lt;br /&gt;It’s WillyToad*, 'possum, Peanut and Pooh,&lt;br /&gt;There’s more details I can think of right off hand,&lt;br /&gt;But for the most part that’s McDonaldland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3648716960707668103?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3648716960707668103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/mcdonaldland-klan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3648716960707668103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3648716960707668103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/mcdonaldland-klan.html' title='The McDonaldland Klan.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-4996897137050287227</id><published>2010-04-10T05:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-10T05:46:50.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For Being Loose.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1979, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Being Loose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loose, my brother, you’re quite a guy,&lt;br /&gt;When we’re with you the time just flies,&lt;br /&gt;Of course, it always does when we’re having fun,&lt;br /&gt;For a smile like yours could brighten the sun,&lt;br /&gt;The time spent with you cannot be outclassed,&lt;br /&gt;And you’re just the type to make it last,&lt;br /&gt;This party to honor the birth of you,&lt;br /&gt;Is the best attempt at the least we could do,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll never remember you as just another,&lt;br /&gt;But as the Koala Bear Kid and a helluva brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-4996897137050287227?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/4996897137050287227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-being-loose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4996897137050287227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/4996897137050287227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/for-being-loose.html' title='For Being Loose.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-2852742790932923741</id><published>2010-04-08T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T09:08:22.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the Hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What the hell,&lt;br /&gt;Who would know,&lt;br /&gt;Who could tell,&lt;br /&gt;You stand alone,&lt;br /&gt;No one can know,&lt;br /&gt;How much it hurts,&lt;br /&gt;How deep it goes,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t go to sleep,&lt;br /&gt;The dreams will come,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t stay awake,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll come undone,&lt;br /&gt;So what do you do,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;What the hell,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-2852742790932923741?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/2852742790932923741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-hell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2852742790932923741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2852742790932923741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-hell.html' title='What The Hell.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-126864411166645908</id><published>2010-04-05T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-05T10:40:45.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Girl.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2001, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lazy Girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is so stubborn,&lt;br /&gt;I don't know why she is,&lt;br /&gt;She's anxious with her fiery heart,&lt;br /&gt;But she's selfish with her kiss,&lt;br /&gt;She wants to know how love is,&lt;br /&gt;She wants to feel it strong,&lt;br /&gt;She wants to open up her heart,&lt;br /&gt;But fears it could go wrong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I think I shall marry Ivy,&lt;br /&gt;She's such a lazy girl,&lt;br /&gt;She'll never find a love alone,&lt;br /&gt;In her fat and lazy world,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't dare to venture,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't kiss to tell,&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall marry Ivy,&lt;br /&gt;Just to save her from herself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is a coward,&lt;br /&gt;Afraid of her own heart,&lt;br /&gt;Like every breath a target,&lt;br /&gt;And love her only dart,&lt;br /&gt;Lurking in the darkness,&lt;br /&gt;And wishing to the sky,&lt;br /&gt;Believing it may give her wings,&lt;br /&gt;But still afraid to fly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I think I shall marry Ivy,&lt;br /&gt;She's such a lazy girl,&lt;br /&gt;She'll never find a love alone,&lt;br /&gt;In her fat and lazy world,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't dare to venture,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't kiss to tell,&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall marry Ivy,&lt;br /&gt;Just to save her from herself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ivy is a damsel,&lt;br /&gt;And love is her distress,&lt;br /&gt;You can lead her with emotion,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't make her undress,&lt;br /&gt;She argues there's no heartache,&lt;br /&gt;In a heart that she won't share,&lt;br /&gt;I argue there's a better fate,&lt;br /&gt;For hearts that dare to care,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I think I shall marry Ivy,&lt;br /&gt;She's such a lazy girl,&lt;br /&gt;She'll never find a love alone,&lt;br /&gt;In her fat and lazy world,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't dare to venture,&lt;br /&gt;She doesn't kiss to tell,&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall marry Ivy,&lt;br /&gt;Just to save her from herself,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I think I shall marry Ivy,&lt;br /&gt;And take her from her shelf,&lt;br /&gt;O', I wonder if she shall marry me,&lt;br /&gt;Just to save me from myself.&lt;br /&gt;O', yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-5891010373364577843</id><published>2010-04-04T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T08:06:34.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Sunday.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;Easter Sunday,&lt;br /&gt;Quietly in our bed,&lt;br /&gt;There is rain there on our window,&lt;br /&gt;And peace inside my head,&lt;br /&gt;There’s warmth inside my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Where an ice storm used to be,&lt;br /&gt;There’s a silent conversation there,&lt;br /&gt;Between God and me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen,” He said, “to my lesson,&lt;br /&gt;The meaning in this day”,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is my promise,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice the way”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I smiled,&lt;br /&gt;A simple smile,&lt;br /&gt;And felt my heart grow warm,&lt;br /&gt;Inside the sun began to shine,&lt;br /&gt;And break my inner storm,&lt;br /&gt;I prayed for God to help me,&lt;br /&gt;Not falter in my quest,&lt;br /&gt;And to remember, sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;The answer won’t be “yes”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen,” He said, “to my lesson,&lt;br /&gt;The meaning in this day”,&lt;br /&gt;Salvation is my promise,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice the way”,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I do,&lt;br /&gt;I miss you,&lt;br /&gt;With my very heart,&lt;br /&gt;But God has His Almighty plan,&lt;br /&gt;And sacrifice... your part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-5891010373364577843?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-2533357938153479606</id><published>2010-04-03T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T08:41:28.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Penny.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1987, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Penny&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;enny, I love you, you make me proud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verything you do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ear and far in this world, I've found,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;o one like you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;eah, you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long, long, long, long time ago,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like forever to me,&lt;br /&gt;We used to live in a world I know,&lt;br /&gt;So happy and free,&lt;br /&gt;Then time went on and on and on,&lt;br /&gt;And so as well did we,&lt;br /&gt;But I still see you all day long,&lt;br /&gt;In the sweetest memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;enny, I love you, you make me proud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verything you do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ear and far in this world, I've found,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;o one like you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;eah, you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, Penny, with you my life is fulfilled,&lt;br /&gt;I held you then and I always will,&lt;br /&gt;In a memory, in my heart held still,&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I always, always will,&lt;br /&gt;Love you still,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not too long, long, long ago,&lt;br /&gt;A friend was asking me,&lt;br /&gt;How the hell we could be so close,&lt;br /&gt;I said now can't you see,&lt;br /&gt;As time went on and on as it will,&lt;br /&gt;And so as well did we,&lt;br /&gt;I held her every moment still,&lt;br /&gt;In the sweetest memory,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;enny, I love you, you make me proud,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;verything you do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;ear and far in this world, I've found,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;o one like you,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;eah, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-2533357938153479606?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/2533357938153479606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/04/penny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link 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while in Mom's Car on Our Way to California from North Carolina - or - I Think We're in Kansas.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Song for Me and Patrick To Annoy Mom and Adam with while in Mom's Car on Our Way to California from North Carolina - &lt;em&gt;or &lt;/em&gt;- I Think We're in Kansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got boogers for brains,&lt;br /&gt;It's drivin' me insane,&lt;br /&gt;You stand there everyday,&lt;br /&gt;And make the same mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;You got boogers for brains,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got boogers for brains,&lt;br /&gt;It's more than a strain,&lt;br /&gt;If you sneeze all the time,&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna blow your mind,&lt;br /&gt;You got boogers for brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;I hate to ever say goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;And more so do i hate to cry,&lt;br /&gt;But both of these come to mind,&lt;br /&gt;Anytime i go and leave you behind,&lt;br /&gt;So please don't hate to see me go,&lt;br /&gt;I know you will, but don't tell me so,&lt;br /&gt;Just kiss me now and wish me luck,&lt;br /&gt;Exchange me glances and return my hugs,&lt;br /&gt;And for the many thanx I owe to you,&lt;br /&gt;I hope this single rose will do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3457335677089689478?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3457335677089689478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm facing all my inner truth,&lt;br /&gt;With you on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;I'm naked here in front of you,&lt;br /&gt;With no real regret,&lt;br /&gt;You love me like you said that you would,&lt;br /&gt;But I never knew love was so good,&lt;br /&gt;I think I can live forever,&lt;br /&gt;With you on my bed,,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me a bedtime story,&lt;br /&gt;Make my fears go away with the morning,&lt;br /&gt;I can face the world waiting for me,&lt;br /&gt;With you on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cried just to make me whole,&lt;br /&gt;With you on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;The tears, they left my soul,&lt;br /&gt;With nothing to shed,&lt;br /&gt;I can do what I have to do,&lt;br /&gt;Now that love is pure and true,&lt;br /&gt;I think I can finally make it,&lt;br /&gt;With you on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me a bedtime story,&lt;br /&gt;Make my fears go away with the morning,&lt;br /&gt;I can face the world waiting for me,&lt;br /&gt;With you on my bed,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Won't you tell me a bedtime story,&lt;br /&gt;O', please tell me a bedtime story,&lt;br /&gt;I can finally face the world,&lt;br /&gt;With you on my bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3110776534340455882?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3110776534340455882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/you-on-my-bed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3110776534340455882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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your wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;O', it keeps you sure, but it keeps me out,&lt;br /&gt;And fallin' from your wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fallin',&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm fallin' down,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin',&lt;br /&gt;From your wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And with no strength from you I'm givin' out,&lt;br /&gt;And fallin' from your wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', the grass is greener on every side,&lt;br /&gt;And you can take your grass, run and hide,&lt;br /&gt;But grass won't grow in the cold dark shade,&lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of the wall that you made,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fallin',&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm fallin' down,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin',&lt;br /&gt;From your wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And with no strength from you I'm givin' out,&lt;br /&gt;And fallin' from your wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twistin', turnin', I'm fallin' down,&lt;br /&gt;O', how I wish I could stop somehow,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not givin' up, I'm just givin' out,&lt;br /&gt;And fallin' from your wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm fallin',&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I'm fallin' down,&lt;br /&gt;I'm fallin',&lt;br /&gt;From your wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;And with no strength from you I'm givin' out,&lt;br /&gt;And fallin' from your wall of doubt,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I'm not givin' up, I'm just givin' out,&lt;br /&gt;And fallin' from your wall of doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-7919021146992544276?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/7919021146992544276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/wall-of-doubt.html#comment-form' title='0 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(Decoded).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Code (Decoded).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was only nine years old,&lt;br /&gt;I used to always write in code,&lt;br /&gt;So I could keep my secrets to myself,&lt;br /&gt;But I told my girlfriend Betty Lou,&lt;br /&gt;And she told her best friend Bobby Sue,&lt;br /&gt;Even though she told her to tell nobody else,&lt;br /&gt;But women are women and that's a sin,&lt;br /&gt;Even at the age of nine or ten,&lt;br /&gt;So the world soon knew more about me than myself,&lt;br /&gt;And a woman blames a man for everything,&lt;br /&gt;When it's known by everyone,&lt;br /&gt;That a woman is the only terrible thing,&lt;br /&gt;A man has ever done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/S62k_SHER4I/AAAAAAAAAI8/8xWjopqf7xo/s1600/incode.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-5326299083252563453</id><published>2010-03-24T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T02:56:27.308-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baltimore.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baltimore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you left, my life changed,&lt;br /&gt;In ways I never tho't it would,&lt;br /&gt;Knowing now, I'd have made you stay,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos now I know I should,&lt;br /&gt;But without you here,&lt;br /&gt;It's ever clear,&lt;br /&gt;I don't believe I could,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', Baltimore is less,&lt;br /&gt;Without your face around,&lt;br /&gt;I may as well drive to D.C.,&lt;br /&gt;Than to hang around this town,&lt;br /&gt;O', nothing's like it used to be,&lt;br /&gt;Like you and I before,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I want,&lt;br /&gt;To stay in Baltimore,&lt;br /&gt;Anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', the lights of the big city,&lt;br /&gt;Shine on memories in my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Everywhere I look you're standing there,&lt;br /&gt;In the happiness I hold,&lt;br /&gt;A teardrop falls,&lt;br /&gt;To say it all,&lt;br /&gt;I should have never let you go, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', Baltimore is less,&lt;br /&gt;Without your face around,&lt;br /&gt;I may as well drive to D.C.,&lt;br /&gt;Than to hang around this town,&lt;br /&gt;O', nothing's like it used to be,&lt;br /&gt;Like you and I before,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I want,&lt;br /&gt;To stay in Baltimore,&lt;br /&gt;Anymore,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I remember when you asked me,&lt;br /&gt;If I wanted you to stay,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't have the right answer,&lt;br /&gt;'Til the wrong one sent you away,&lt;br /&gt;What a fool I was,&lt;br /&gt;In the school of love,&lt;br /&gt;Learning lessons far, far too late,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', Baltimore is less,&lt;br /&gt;Without your face around,&lt;br /&gt;I may as well drive to D.C.,&lt;br /&gt;Than to hang around this town,&lt;br /&gt;O', nothing's like it used to be,&lt;br /&gt;Like you and I before,&lt;br /&gt;And I don't think I want,&lt;br /&gt;To stay in Baltimore,&lt;br /&gt;Anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-5326299083252563453?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/5326299083252563453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/baltimore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5326299083252563453'/><link rel='self' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-8866042201588614444</id><published>2010-03-22T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T18:53:57.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hope You're Happy.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Hope You’re Happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever love someone so much it hurt,&lt;br /&gt;They say that they love you, but treat you like dirt,&lt;br /&gt;They never once told you how they really felt,&lt;br /&gt;Then your heart turns to ice and your love for them melts,&lt;br /&gt;And you’re left in a world so empty and free,&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything you tried not to be,&lt;br /&gt;You beg them to stay, but you know that you’re through,&lt;br /&gt;And you can’t believe this is happening to you,&lt;br /&gt;And please don’t say you didn’t know this could be,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos you did it to us, Babe, yeah, you did it to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, why did you let me get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos it didn’t get better, it just got worse,&lt;br /&gt;You know, I tho’t love was great, but it seems like a curse,&lt;br /&gt;On me, o’, how could it be,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been lied to and cheated and now I’ve been used,&lt;br /&gt;If you didn’t love me how could you let me love you,&lt;br /&gt;And now you can see what a love can do,&lt;br /&gt;To me, o’ how could it be,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’re happy… you’re free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did you think that my love would just go away,&lt;br /&gt;The minute you didn’t want me to stay,&lt;br /&gt;No, I still have my love for you inside,&lt;br /&gt;And I shouldn’t try to hide what’s so easy to find,&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t seem to say don’t worry about me,&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be fine tomorrow morning just wait and see,&lt;br /&gt;I could never say something so wrong and so dumb,&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I’ve heard tomorrow never comes,&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t say I hate you ‘cos I never will,&lt;br /&gt;But I can say I love you ‘cos that’s how I feel,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, why did you let me get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos it didn’t get better, it just got worse,&lt;br /&gt;You know, I tho’t love was great, but it seems like a curse,&lt;br /&gt;On me, o’, how could it be,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been lied to and cheated and now I’ve been used,&lt;br /&gt;If you didn’t love me how could you let me love you,&lt;br /&gt;And now you can see what a love can do,&lt;br /&gt;To me, o’ how could it be,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’re happy… you’re free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you got to know me did I get kind of old,&lt;br /&gt;What was it in me that turned your love kind of cold,&lt;br /&gt;Did your eyes see a person much better than me,&lt;br /&gt;Was it something in you or was it something in me,&lt;br /&gt;Do me a favor, don’t be so immature,&lt;br /&gt;The next time you love someone for their sake be sure,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos they’ll be saying what I say to myself,&lt;br /&gt;Baby, why couldn’t you pick on somebody else,&lt;br /&gt;Then they’ll be hurtin’ just like me,&lt;br /&gt;They never knew how sad they could be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And they realize you didn’t really love them at all,&lt;br /&gt;You’re just building emotions and watching them fall,&lt;br /&gt;And you’ll find yourself living a life of ease,&lt;br /&gt;The life of a flirt, yeah, the life of a tease,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll keep on hurtin’ again and again,&lt;br /&gt;Do you fall in love to impress your friends,&lt;br /&gt;No, that ain’t why, it’s all your fault,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos people like you don’t have friends at all,&lt;br /&gt;They’re either your love or at one time they were,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, and one of these days you’ll get what you deserve,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You’re gonna find a love that is true,&lt;br /&gt;And, Baby, he’s gonna walk out on you,&lt;br /&gt;You’ll scream and yell and kick and cry,&lt;br /&gt;And search and never find out why,&lt;br /&gt;Then maybe you’ll realize what you’ve done to me,&lt;br /&gt;The last love you faked and everyone in between,&lt;br /&gt;Then you’ll be saying what I did at first,&lt;br /&gt;Did you ever love someone so much it hurt,&lt;br /&gt;And please don’t say you didn’t know this could be,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos you did it to us, Babe, yeah, you did it to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby, why did you let me get hurt,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos it didn’t get better, it just got worse,&lt;br /&gt;You know, I tho’t love was great, but it seems like a curse,&lt;br /&gt;On me, o’, how could it be,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been lied to and cheated and now I’ve been used,&lt;br /&gt;If you didn’t love me how could you let me love you,&lt;br /&gt;And now you can see what a love can do,&lt;br /&gt;To me, o’ how could it be,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you’re happy… you’re free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-8866042201588614444?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/8866042201588614444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hope-youre-happy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8866042201588614444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8866042201588614444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/i-hope-youre-happy.html' title='I Hope You&apos;re Happy.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-2158623122904124739</id><published>2010-03-20T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T07:45:08.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Know?</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do You Know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know how much I care for you?&lt;br /&gt;Deep inside; I know you do,&lt;br /&gt;But let me tell you anyway,&lt;br /&gt;So if anyone asks you; you can say,&lt;br /&gt;Billy thinks the world of me,&lt;br /&gt;This I know is true,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos when I say, "I love you, Billy",&lt;br /&gt;He says, "I love you, too".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-2158623122904124739?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/2158623122904124739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2158623122904124739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2158623122904124739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-know.html' title='Do You Know?'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-6336595451536847538</id><published>2010-03-18T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T23:53:00.917-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taegu Rap.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1987, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taegu Rap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sittin' in the good ol' USA,&lt;br /&gt;Mindin' my own, makin' my way,&lt;br /&gt;When my friend called from CBPO,&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'say guess where you're gonna go',&lt;br /&gt;I said 'Hawai'i'... he said, 'no',&lt;br /&gt;'Australia'... 'not you',&lt;br /&gt;'Not Korea... o' no',&lt;br /&gt;He said, 'hell yeah, Taegu',&lt;br /&gt;Taegu rap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the next thing that I had to do,&lt;br /&gt;Was to pack my bags (get ready to move),&lt;br /&gt;I told all the guys at work goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;I kissed all the girls (and made them cry),&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find me a compass and a map,&lt;br /&gt;That'll point me to (the Taegu rap),&lt;br /&gt;Taegu rap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to 'Frisco without a hitch,&lt;br /&gt;But the (damn) date line (sure was a bitch),&lt;br /&gt;Off my plane and into Seoul,&lt;br /&gt;The Daegu train (gettin' ready to roll),&lt;br /&gt;So damn tired I need to nap,&lt;br /&gt;But I gotta get on (the Taegu rap),&lt;br /&gt;Taegu rap,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the train, I had to hop,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I swear that thing just barely stopped,&lt;br /&gt;Picked up myself (grabbed my bags),&lt;br /&gt;Gotta find me a north bound kimchae cab,&lt;br /&gt;Shared the ride with a brotha blue,&lt;br /&gt;Yo, odashi... K2! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6336595451536847538?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6336595451536847538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/taegu-rap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6336595451536847538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6336595451536847538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/taegu-rap.html' title='Taegu Rap.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-662856429124974678</id><published>2010-03-17T07:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T07:25:36.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ephemeral Bliss.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2000, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephemeral Bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know how to make me happy,&lt;br /&gt;You know how to make me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;You know how to drive me crazy,&lt;br /&gt;But don't know how to make it last,&lt;br /&gt;O', you can make me so angry,&lt;br /&gt;You can make me wanna cry,&lt;br /&gt;You can make me wanna hang up,&lt;br /&gt;You can make me wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I don't wanna live without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna live with this,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I don't wanna live forever,&lt;br /&gt;In ephemeral bliss,&lt;br /&gt;O', if love with you is this,&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotta call it quits,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I don't wanna live forever,&lt;br /&gt;In ephemeral bliss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, I know how to move you,&lt;br /&gt;I know how to treat you right,&lt;br /&gt;I know how to make you tremble,&lt;br /&gt;But don't know how to make you mine,&lt;br /&gt;O', I can make you worry,&lt;br /&gt;I can make you wanna say... hey,&lt;br /&gt;I can make you hurt so badly,&lt;br /&gt;I can make you run away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I don't wanna live without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna live with this,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I don't wanna live forever,&lt;br /&gt;In ephemeral bliss,&lt;br /&gt;O', if love with you is this,&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotta call it quits,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I don't wanna live forever,&lt;br /&gt;In ephemeral bliss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, we know how to make a love,&lt;br /&gt;We know how to take it high,&lt;br /&gt;We know how to give it wings,&lt;br /&gt;But don't know how to make it fly,&lt;br /&gt;O', we can make it okay,&lt;br /&gt;We can make it just so,&lt;br /&gt;We can make it last a day,&lt;br /&gt;But can we make it... I don't know,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I don't wanna live without you,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't wanna live with this,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I don't wanna live forever,&lt;br /&gt;In ephemeral bliss,&lt;br /&gt;O', if love with you is this,&lt;br /&gt;I've just gotta call it quits,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I don't wanna live forever,&lt;br /&gt;In ephemeral bliss,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ephemeral bliss,&lt;br /&gt;O', ephemeral bliss,&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna live forever,&lt;br /&gt;In ephemeral bliss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-662856429124974678?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/662856429124974678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/ephemeral-bliss.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/662856429124974678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/662856429124974678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/ephemeral-bliss.html' title='Ephemeral Bliss.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-5503468333138603662</id><published>2010-03-16T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T07:00:10.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fearless Wings.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2000, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fearless Wings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly you to Paris France,&lt;br /&gt;And meet you in the Eiffel Tower,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe; if I can't,&lt;br /&gt;I'll meet you in the morning shower,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', Zoey; o', Zoey,&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a little time out today,&lt;br /&gt;And fly away on fearless wings,&lt;br /&gt;To a place where our hearts can stay,&lt;br /&gt;O', Zoey, o', Zoey,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly you to Frankfurt Germany,&lt;br /&gt;And save you from your castle home,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe; if I can't,&lt;br /&gt;I'll save you from being alone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', Zoey; o', Zoey,&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a little time out today,&lt;br /&gt;And fly away on fearless wings,&lt;br /&gt;To a place where our hearts can stay,&lt;br /&gt;O', Zoey, o', Zoey,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna fly you to Moscow Russia,&lt;br /&gt;And take you to a circus now,&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe; if I can't,&lt;br /&gt;I can still be your clown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', Zoey; o', Zoey,&lt;br /&gt;Let's take a little time out today,&lt;br /&gt;And fly away on fearless wings,&lt;br /&gt;To a place where our hearts can stay,&lt;br /&gt;O', Zoey, o', Zoey,&lt;br /&gt;What do you say,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', Zoey, o', Zoey,&lt;br /&gt;Okay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-5503468333138603662?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/5503468333138603662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/fearless-wings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5503468333138603662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/5503468333138603662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/fearless-wings.html' title='Fearless Wings.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-1150011205616899943</id><published>2010-03-15T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T10:50:22.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never (From the album: "Sex &amp; Virginty Doesn't Mix)".</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never (&lt;em&gt;From the album: "Sex &amp; Virginity Doesn't Mix"&lt;/em&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never had a lover who never had a lover; never,&lt;br /&gt;I've been lookin' for one, but it seems I've been lookin' forever,&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever find her I know she will take me to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;But I never had a lover who never had a lover; never,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my private world,&lt;br /&gt;Women have come and gone,&lt;br /&gt;A lot of them say the will,&lt;br /&gt;And some of them say they won't,&lt;br /&gt;But I have come to find,&lt;br /&gt;When you think you're right; you're wrong,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I have never found,&lt;br /&gt;A woman that says she don't,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I never had a lover who never had a lover; never,&lt;br /&gt;I've been lookin' for one, but it seems I've been lookin' forever,&lt;br /&gt;And if I ever find her I know she will take me to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;But I never had a lover who never had a lover; never,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once I had a girl,&lt;br /&gt;I tho't would be my queen,&lt;br /&gt;But it seems I couldn't separate,&lt;br /&gt;Reality from the dream,&lt;br /&gt;I tho't she was the loveliest,&lt;br /&gt;Girl I'd ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;But even tho' I was true to her,&lt;br /&gt;She wasn't true to me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have you,&lt;br /&gt;You say you've had other men,&lt;br /&gt;Some of them gone forever,&lt;br /&gt;Some of them still good friends,&lt;br /&gt;And now I come to find,&lt;br /&gt;From the love you give to me,&lt;br /&gt;The purest part of a woman's love,&lt;br /&gt;Is her faith and honesty,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I never had a lover who never had a lover; never,&lt;br /&gt;I've been lookin' for one, now it seems like the lookin' is over,&lt;br /&gt;I found me a lover and my lover, she takes me to heaven,&lt;br /&gt;But I never had a lover who never had a lover; never,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I never had a lover who never had a lover; no, never.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-1150011205616899943?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/1150011205616899943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-from-album-sex-virginty-doesnt.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1150011205616899943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1150011205616899943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/never-from-album-sex-virginty-doesnt.html' title='Never (From the album: &quot;Sex &amp; Virginty Doesn&apos;t Mix)&quot;.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-8017802780946838386</id><published>2010-03-14T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T03:16:15.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jennifer, The Baby And Me.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1980, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer, The Baby And Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer and I,&lt;br /&gt;Called the doctor last night,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos the baby was on the way,&lt;br /&gt;There were happy tears,&lt;br /&gt;And queasy fears,&lt;br /&gt;And an awful lot of things to say,&lt;br /&gt;I stood alone,&lt;br /&gt;By the pay telephone,&lt;br /&gt;Waiting to call the world,&lt;br /&gt;When the nurse came in,&lt;br /&gt;With a beautiful grin,&lt;br /&gt;And told me about my little girl,&lt;br /&gt;Then everyone came,&lt;br /&gt;With the perfect name,&lt;br /&gt;To name my little girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you call her Betty,&lt;br /&gt;Or Kathy or Sue or Jan,&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you name her Debbie,&lt;br /&gt;Or Tina or Jill or Pam,&lt;br /&gt;And I said I’ll name her anything,&lt;br /&gt;Her Mommy wants me to,&lt;br /&gt;Doctor, how’s she feeling now,&lt;br /&gt;Can we have her point of view,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he said,&lt;br /&gt;As he bowed his head,&lt;br /&gt;I’m sorry, but I did my best,&lt;br /&gt;And I’m sorry to say,&lt;br /&gt;It was too much strain,&lt;br /&gt;So she gave herself up to death,&lt;br /&gt;Then tears I shed,&lt;br /&gt;‘Til my eyelids bled,&lt;br /&gt;And my senses came back to me,&lt;br /&gt;And thru’ a window pane,&lt;br /&gt;I saw the only remains,&lt;br /&gt;Of Jennifer’s love for me,&lt;br /&gt;And everyone stared,&lt;br /&gt;As if they cared,&lt;br /&gt;To comfort the baby and me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you call her Betty,&lt;br /&gt;Or Kathy or Sue or Jan,&lt;br /&gt;Why don’t you name her Debbie,&lt;br /&gt;Or Tina or Jill or Pam,&lt;br /&gt;And I said I’ll name her anything,&lt;br /&gt;Her Mommy would’ve wanted me to,&lt;br /&gt;But the doctor said her mommy’s dead,&lt;br /&gt;So we can’t have her point of view,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And she can’t help me name her,&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll name her what I want,&lt;br /&gt;And I think I’ll name her Jennifer,&lt;br /&gt;‘Cos that’s a name that I’ve grown to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-8017802780946838386?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/8017802780946838386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/jennifer-baby-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8017802780946838386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/8017802780946838386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/jennifer-baby-and-me.html' title='Jennifer, The Baby And Me.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-3646479274500289421</id><published>2010-03-13T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T08:02:04.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Over Yet.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Not Over Yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been lost,&lt;br /&gt;And I've been abandoned,&lt;br /&gt;I've been happy about the same things,&lt;br /&gt;That's left me saddened,&lt;br /&gt;O', life just happens,&lt;br /&gt;With me in tandem,&lt;br /&gt;I've been everything, nothing and something,&lt;br /&gt;I've been random,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I've had fun,&lt;br /&gt;I've had none,&lt;br /&gt;I've had every and no one,&lt;br /&gt;I've been as high and low,&lt;br /&gt;As anyone can get,&lt;br /&gt;And all I know,&lt;br /&gt;All I know, all I know is,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been up to something,&lt;br /&gt;I've been down to zero,&lt;br /&gt;I've done all I can do,&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fool and a hero,&lt;br /&gt;O', life just goes,&lt;br /&gt;With me in tow,&lt;br /&gt;I've been everywhere, nowhere and somewhere,&lt;br /&gt;I've been stoned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I've had fun,&lt;br /&gt;I've had none,&lt;br /&gt;I've had every and no one,&lt;br /&gt;I've been as high and low,&lt;br /&gt;As anyone can get,&lt;br /&gt;But all I know,&lt;br /&gt;All I know, all I know is,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I've been cool,&lt;br /&gt;I've been a fool,&lt;br /&gt;I've been king in all the courts,&lt;br /&gt;Where jesters rule,&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember,&lt;br /&gt;I can't seem to forget,&lt;br /&gt;All I know, all I know is,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I've been left (so left behind),&lt;br /&gt;And I've been right,&lt;br /&gt;I've been quiet for years (and years),&lt;br /&gt;And shouted with all my might,&lt;br /&gt;O', life just flies,&lt;br /&gt;With me inside (and outside),&lt;br /&gt;I've been everyone, no one and someone,&lt;br /&gt;Dead or alive,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I've had fun,&lt;br /&gt;I've had none,&lt;br /&gt;I've had every and no one,&lt;br /&gt;I've been high and I've been low,&lt;br /&gt;As anyone can get (and not forget),&lt;br /&gt;Still all I know,&lt;br /&gt;All I know, yes, all I know is,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over yet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I'm not over yet,&lt;br /&gt;I might be wrong,&lt;br /&gt;Still, I bet,&lt;br /&gt;I'm not over yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3646479274500289421?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3646479274500289421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-over-yet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3646479274500289421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3646479274500289421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/im-not-over-yet.html' title='I&apos;m Not Over Yet.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-1772169409878964995</id><published>2010-03-12T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T10:14:59.091-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yet A Third Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet A Third Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ride in my car,&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't even call it a car,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos sometimes it goes,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it won't,&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes it just falls apart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not lucky,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm the unlucky one,&lt;br /&gt;To have a car that hates me so much,&lt;br /&gt;When all I wanna have is some fun,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get upset, disappointed, down and I,&lt;br /&gt;Even get lonely talkin' to you,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not like that, but I can't help myself,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I get them Volkswagen blues,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got them Volkswagen blues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could ride into Houston,&lt;br /&gt;I could ride into Kalamazoo,&lt;br /&gt;But if I drive my car,&lt;br /&gt;Just a little too far,&lt;br /&gt;It's gonna break down when I do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not lucky,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm the unlucky kind,&lt;br /&gt;To have a car that treats me so bad,&lt;br /&gt;When all I wanna have are good times,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get upset, disappointed, down and I,&lt;br /&gt;Even get lonely talkin' to you,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not like that, but I can't help myself,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I get them Volkswagen blues,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got them Volkswagen blues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive real fast,&lt;br /&gt;O', but I drive o', so very slow,&lt;br /&gt;I am always last, 'cos I'm not too fast,&lt;br /&gt;But it's the fastest my bug can go,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm not lucky,&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm the unlucky fool,&lt;br /&gt;To have a car that doesn't like me,&lt;br /&gt;When all I wanna be is cool,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I get upset, disappointed, down and I,&lt;br /&gt;Even get lonely talkin' to you,&lt;br /&gt;And I'm not like that, but I can't help myself,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos I get them Volkswagen blues,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got them Volkswagen blues,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got them Volkswagen blues,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I got them, get them, got them, get them,&lt;br /&gt;I got them Volkswagen blues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-1772169409878964995?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/1772169409878964995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/yet-third-song-to-be-sung-by-eric.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1772169409878964995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1772169409878964995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/yet-third-song-to-be-sung-by-eric.html' title='Yet A Third Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-1580438820186706589</id><published>2010-03-11T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:18:17.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Darlin' I've been thinkin', yeah, thinkin' it thru',&lt;br /&gt;Been thinkin' how I'm feelin' since I've been without you,&lt;br /&gt;So I told my friends that I was in love,&lt;br /&gt;They laughed it off and shrugged it off and gave me a nudge,&lt;br /&gt;They said you crazy fool you can't be in love,&lt;br /&gt;You're too much of a joker and you're much too young,&lt;br /&gt;You're just a little lonely, you've got the blues,&lt;br /&gt;So listen to your friends, they'll tell you just what to do,&lt;br /&gt;And here's what you do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up, get out,&lt;br /&gt;Find something else to think about,&lt;br /&gt;Go downtown and have some fun,&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the beach and get some sun,&lt;br /&gt;But get up, get out,&lt;br /&gt;Find something else to think about,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos if you don't you'll be a mess,&lt;br /&gt;This lonely life's makin' you a wreck,&lt;br /&gt;So get up, get out,&lt;br /&gt;Find something else to think about,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I ever will,&lt;br /&gt;No-no, I don't think I ever will,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tho't for a moment you were eternally mine,&lt;br /&gt;But I guess for a moment I was emotionally blind,&lt;br /&gt;And all of my friends keep tellin' me,&lt;br /&gt;You're not really blind, you just don't know how to see,&lt;br /&gt;But every since I saw you I've wanted your love,&lt;br /&gt;I told my friends I'm hopeless, but I'm not givin' up,&lt;br /&gt;They said, there's a million girls for you,&lt;br /&gt;So listen to your friends they'll tell you just what to do,&lt;br /&gt;And here's what you do,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get up, get out,&lt;br /&gt;Find something else to think about,&lt;br /&gt;Go downtown and have some fun,&lt;br /&gt;Or go to the beach and get some sun,&lt;br /&gt;But get up, get out,&lt;br /&gt;Find something else to think about,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos if you don't you'll be a mess,&lt;br /&gt;This lonely life's makin' you a wreck,&lt;br /&gt;So get up, get out,&lt;br /&gt;Find something else to think about,&lt;br /&gt;But I don't think I ever will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No-no, I don't think I ever will,&lt;br /&gt;Never will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-1580438820186706589?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/1580438820186706589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-song-to-be-sung-by-eric-clapton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1580438820186706589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1580438820186706589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-song-to-be-sung-by-eric-clapton.html' title='Another Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-1012875142494773188</id><published>2010-03-10T07:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T07:37:55.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messin' up, messin' around,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my emotions down,&lt;br /&gt;Puttin' my smile in your frown,&lt;br /&gt;Upon the world,&lt;br /&gt;O', what a naughty girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You look at me, I look at you,&lt;br /&gt;We can't see a thing between the two,&lt;br /&gt;We should split, but we never do,&lt;br /&gt;Don't we get tired of being used,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't you happy, no you're not,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't expect you to lie a lot,&lt;br /&gt;You said you loved me when you were hot,&lt;br /&gt;But you can't give what you ain't got,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messin' up, messin' around,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my emotions down,&lt;br /&gt;Puttin' my smile in your frown,&lt;br /&gt;Upon the world,&lt;br /&gt;O', what a naughty girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not bashful, you're not shy,&lt;br /&gt;I just saw you with another guy,&lt;br /&gt;And if you're sorry it's all right,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos if it's not you ask me why,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not happy, we're not free,&lt;br /&gt;We're not anything we wanted to be,&lt;br /&gt;'Cos we're not us, don't ya see,&lt;br /&gt;You were never you, I was never me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Messin' up, messin' around,&lt;br /&gt;Tearing my emotions down,&lt;br /&gt;Puttin' my smile in your frown,&lt;br /&gt;Upon the world,&lt;br /&gt;O', what a naughty girl,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', what a naughty girl,&lt;br /&gt;You're a naughty girl,&lt;br /&gt;O', what a naughty girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-1012875142494773188?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/1012875142494773188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/song-to-be-sung-by-eric-clapton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1012875142494773188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1012875142494773188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/song-to-be-sung-by-eric-clapton.html' title='A Song To Be Sung By Eric Clapton.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-6950049330543167214</id><published>2010-03-07T09:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T09:30:31.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rising Sun (In Baghdad).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2007, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rising Sun (In Baghdad).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rising sun in Baghdad,&lt;br /&gt;Smells like blood of yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;The haunting is in your soul,&lt;br /&gt;And on your face,&lt;br /&gt;In the seconds before the warning,&lt;br /&gt;Is one last chance to wash it away,&lt;br /&gt;But you choose not to forget,&lt;br /&gt;With no water there to waste,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the rattle of the tank tracks,&lt;br /&gt;Like a ball and chain ring true,&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of crushing earth,&lt;br /&gt;Weighs on you,&lt;br /&gt;Your body armor molds you,&lt;br /&gt;To fit a body bag,&lt;br /&gt;The chip upon your shoulder,&lt;br /&gt;An American flag,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With terror in your heart,&lt;br /&gt;You damn the dying brave,&lt;br /&gt;If smoking ever kills you,&lt;br /&gt;It will not be today,&lt;br /&gt;In the hail of bombs and bullets,&lt;br /&gt;There’s nothing to regret,&lt;br /&gt;In the face of your survival,&lt;br /&gt;You forget,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s no time for politicians,&lt;br /&gt;Who do not know your will,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no time to stay alive,&lt;br /&gt;Only time to kill,&lt;br /&gt;The rising sun in Baghdad,&lt;br /&gt;Will wake you from the night,&lt;br /&gt;It will keep you in a war zone,&lt;br /&gt;For your life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Far beyond the sands of Victory,&lt;br /&gt;Your soul will never rest,&lt;br /&gt;There’s no comfort in the valor,&lt;br /&gt;Upon your chest,&lt;br /&gt;Your disease, it has a name,&lt;br /&gt;For your Service to put on a shelf,&lt;br /&gt;Another way to make you bleed,&lt;br /&gt;Into the shape of everyone else,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still the war fights on inside you,&lt;br /&gt;The dreams, they take you back,&lt;br /&gt;And you become the enemy,&lt;br /&gt;That you attack,&lt;br /&gt;The anger that destroys you,&lt;br /&gt;Is the same that makes you complete,&lt;br /&gt;You find it quite ironic,&lt;br /&gt;You can’t be free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without suicide you can’t kill it,&lt;br /&gt;Without happiness you can’t breathe,&lt;br /&gt;In your mind that sounds redundant,&lt;br /&gt;Without sleep,&lt;br /&gt;The tanks are so demanding,&lt;br /&gt;You even hear them when awake,&lt;br /&gt;The screams of terror pounding,&lt;br /&gt;The bounds about to break,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rising sun in Baghdad,&lt;br /&gt;Your haunted soul still sees,&lt;br /&gt;Smells like blood of yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;In your dreams.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-6950049330543167214?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/6950049330543167214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/rising-sun-in-baghdad.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6950049330543167214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/6950049330543167214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/rising-sun-in-baghdad.html' title='The Rising Sun (In Baghdad).'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-7915083692635547483</id><published>2010-03-05T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T07:21:30.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pineapples (Song For Maddox).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pineapples (Song For Maddox).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I’m deep inside my heart; I’m missing you,&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard on me; so easy to do,&lt;br /&gt;Gone are the pineapples that planted you,&lt;br /&gt;Sewed you into my soul,&lt;br /&gt;Watched you bloom; turned you gold,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling memories loving you so,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, pineapples; so soft; so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Pineapples; you're there with me,&lt;br /&gt;In my memory; here with me,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling; laughing; beautifully,&lt;br /&gt;And giving me; forever... pineapples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love as soft as a sunset; a hibiscus lei,&lt;br /&gt;Yet so distended; like a tidal wave,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the image that became our way,&lt;br /&gt;Your smile embedded deep in my heart,&lt;br /&gt;Holding forever; my favorite part,&lt;br /&gt;The pineapples of who we are,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, pineapples; so soft; so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Pineapples; you're there with me,&lt;br /&gt;In my memory; here with me,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling; laughing; beautifully,&lt;br /&gt;And giving me; forever... pineapples,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There in Hawai’i; dawn to dusk,&lt;br /&gt;Pineapples for breakfast; pineapples for lunch,&lt;br /&gt;Pineapples at dinner; pineapple snacks,&lt;br /&gt;They made you so happy; you made me laugh,&lt;br /&gt;Endearing our moments; looking back,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O' when I go to Hawai’i; with your memory,&lt;br /&gt;It’s so easy to do; yet so hard on me,&lt;br /&gt;There is shortness in my reality,&lt;br /&gt;Where the pineapples grow,&lt;br /&gt;And life is sweet; but we have to go,&lt;br /&gt;Leaving footprints beyond the rainbow,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, pineapples; so soft; so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;Pineapples; you're there with me,&lt;br /&gt;In my memory; here with me,&lt;br /&gt;Smiling; laughing; beautifully,&lt;br /&gt;And giving me; forever... pineapples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-7915083692635547483?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/7915083692635547483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/pineapples-song-for-maddox.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/7915083692635547483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/7915083692635547483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/03/pineapples-song-for-maddox.html' title='Pineapples (Song For Maddox).'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-1876593738590092194</id><published>2010-02-27T07:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-27T08:01:04.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Love Me Less.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't Love Me Less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', we get lazy in the course of love,&lt;br /&gt;We take for granted,&lt;br /&gt;The best of us,&lt;br /&gt;We let the world design our valentine,&lt;br /&gt;And then we wonder why,&lt;br /&gt;It's not enough,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I need your faith,&lt;br /&gt;Need your desire,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice your soul into my fire,&lt;br /&gt;I need your heat,&lt;br /&gt;To burn into me,&lt;br /&gt;All your best,&lt;br /&gt;Don't love me less,&lt;br /&gt;And I will be,&lt;br /&gt;The love you need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', we often claim a higher truth,&lt;br /&gt;See ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;In a deeper blue,&lt;br /&gt;We're satisfied so it seems in generic dreams,&lt;br /&gt;And in reality,&lt;br /&gt;It just isn't true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I need your faith,&lt;br /&gt;Need your desire,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice your soul into my fire,&lt;br /&gt;I need your heat,&lt;br /&gt;To burn into me,&lt;br /&gt;All your best,&lt;br /&gt;Don't love me less,&lt;br /&gt;And I will be,&lt;br /&gt;The love you need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why don't we say what we need to say when it needs to be said,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me less,&lt;br /&gt;Why would you love me less,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do we wait until the fire is gone and the love is dead,&lt;br /&gt;Why do you love me less,&lt;br /&gt;Why would you love me less,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', we often hide under lovers' sheets,&lt;br /&gt;Speak our minds,&lt;br /&gt;With our weary feet,&lt;br /&gt;We let the strife decide our rules in life,&lt;br /&gt;And then we cry,&lt;br /&gt;That's not our need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I need your faith,&lt;br /&gt;Need your desire,&lt;br /&gt;Sacrifice your soul into my fire,&lt;br /&gt;I need your heat,&lt;br /&gt;To burn into me,&lt;br /&gt;All your best,&lt;br /&gt;Don't love me less,&lt;br /&gt;And I will be,&lt;br /&gt;The love you need,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', I need your love,&lt;br /&gt;I need your faith,&lt;br /&gt;And I will be,&lt;br /&gt;The love you crave,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm everything,&lt;br /&gt;But must confess,&lt;br /&gt;I want your all,&lt;br /&gt;Don't love me less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          -WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-1876593738590092194?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/1876593738590092194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-love-me-less.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1876593738590092194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/1876593738590092194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/dont-love-me-less.html' title='Don&apos;t Love Me Less.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-3247891011760553206</id><published>2010-02-26T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T11:36:04.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In Some Other Time (Am I Wishing).</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2009, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Some Other Time (Am I Wishing).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t I know you,&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t I loved you more; in some other time,&lt;br /&gt;Why does it matter,&lt;br /&gt;When I see your smile,&lt;br /&gt;Am I only wishing,&lt;br /&gt;Lonely all the while,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, there’s more than me and you here,&lt;br /&gt;More than meets the eye,&lt;br /&gt;More than just my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;More than one life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, to hold you,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you know my loving touch,&lt;br /&gt;Don’t you long for,&lt;br /&gt;The depth of our love,&lt;br /&gt;Am I only wishing,&lt;br /&gt;Are you missing me so much,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, there’s more than me and you here,&lt;br /&gt;More than meets the eye,&lt;br /&gt;More than just my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;More than one life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve loved you,&lt;br /&gt;I’ve held you,&lt;br /&gt;I know you still,&lt;br /&gt;O’, there’s a deep, deep need,&lt;br /&gt;From a long lost thrill,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, there’s so much more than us here,&lt;br /&gt;So much more in my eyes,&lt;br /&gt;So much more than my dreams,&lt;br /&gt;So much more than one life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t I know you,&lt;br /&gt;Haven’t I loved you more; in some other time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-3247891011760553206?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/3247891011760553206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-some-other-time-am-i-wishing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3247891011760553206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/3247891011760553206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/in-some-other-time-am-i-wishing.html' title='In Some Other Time (Am I Wishing).'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-2104982440424199866</id><published>2010-02-25T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T11:08:21.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Is The Way.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Is The Way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many emotions,&lt;br /&gt;Since NineOneOne,&lt;br /&gt;So many hearts,&lt;br /&gt;Have come undone,&lt;br /&gt;It’s so hard to smile,&lt;br /&gt;So right to cry,&lt;br /&gt;So wrong to want,&lt;br /&gt;Others to die,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, where you can’t hold still,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart must pray,&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is the will,&lt;br /&gt;Peace is the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many faces,&lt;br /&gt;Would turn away,&lt;br /&gt;To see you hide,&lt;br /&gt;Inside your hate,&lt;br /&gt;But in your soul,&lt;br /&gt;You must confide,&lt;br /&gt;To find the love,&lt;br /&gt;Still there inside,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, where you can’t hold still,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart must pray,&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is the will,&lt;br /&gt;Peace is the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, there’s a madness in your justice,&lt;br /&gt;There’s a hatred in your stride,&lt;br /&gt;There’s a lurking in your sanity,&lt;br /&gt;That cannot be denied,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But where you can’t hold still,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart must pray,&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is the will,&lt;br /&gt;Peace is the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, where you can’t hold still,&lt;br /&gt;Your heart must pray,&lt;br /&gt;Revenge is the will,&lt;br /&gt;Peace is the way,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O’, yeah, revenge is sweet,&lt;br /&gt;But peace is the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-2104982440424199866?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/2104982440424199866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/peace-is-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2104982440424199866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/2104982440424199866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/peace-is-way.html' title='Peace Is The Way.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-9205490177221802192</id><published>2010-02-24T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:14:10.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Inside Out.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2010, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inside Out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There; on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing like a clown,&lt;br /&gt;I'm the life of the circus,&lt;br /&gt;The one to be around,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here; on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;I'm all, but falling down,&lt;br /&gt;Drunk in my sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Lost inside my frown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside to inside,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, I wanna live,&lt;br /&gt;Inside to outside,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, you already did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There; on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;I'm smiling like the sun,&lt;br /&gt;Ageless and daring,&lt;br /&gt;A friend to everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here; on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;A carousel undone,&lt;br /&gt;A lonely persuasion,&lt;br /&gt;That numbers only one,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside to inside,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, I wanna live,&lt;br /&gt;Inside to outside,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, you already did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', outside to inside,&lt;br /&gt;What's it all about,&lt;br /&gt;O', inside to outside,&lt;br /&gt;Living inside out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There; on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;I love my life away,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here; on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;I live my love at bay,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There; on the outside,&lt;br /&gt;I'm laughing like a clown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here; on the inside,&lt;br /&gt;I'm all, but falling down,&lt;br /&gt;Turning upside down,&lt;br /&gt;A lost and lonely frown,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside to inside,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, I wanna live,&lt;br /&gt;Inside to outside,&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, you already did,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside to inside,&lt;br /&gt;Inside to out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside to inside,&lt;br /&gt;Inside out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-9205490177221802192?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/9205490177221802192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/inside-out.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/9205490177221802192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/9205490177221802192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/inside-out.html' title='Inside Out.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-7874960825834244064</id><published>2010-02-22T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T00:47:09.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>B3*.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 2002, BillyPauleyJr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B3*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many people,&lt;br /&gt;That will ask you to change,&lt;br /&gt;But there is no one on Earth,&lt;br /&gt;Who can bring you to shame,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple,&lt;br /&gt;If you look inwardly,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not who you face,&lt;br /&gt;It’s who you choose to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be faithful, be good,&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Be careful, beware,&lt;br /&gt;Be you, no one else,&lt;br /&gt;Be honest, be real,&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, be free,&lt;br /&gt;Be courageous, be true,&lt;br /&gt;Be forever B3*,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many places,&lt;br /&gt;That will lead you astray,&lt;br /&gt;But no place can keep you,&lt;br /&gt;Where you can’t get away,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple,&lt;br /&gt;If you look inwardly,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not where you go,&lt;br /&gt;It’s who you choose to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be faithful, be good,&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Be careful, beware,&lt;br /&gt;Be you, no one else,&lt;br /&gt;Be honest, be real,&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, be free,&lt;br /&gt;Be courageous, be true,&lt;br /&gt;Be forever B3*,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many things,&lt;br /&gt;That will try your resolve,&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can present,&lt;br /&gt;What you cannot solve,&lt;br /&gt;The answer is simple,&lt;br /&gt;If you look inwardly,&lt;br /&gt;It’s not what happens,&lt;br /&gt;It’s who you choose to be,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be faithful, be good,&lt;br /&gt;Believe in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Be careful, beware,&lt;br /&gt;Be you, no one else,&lt;br /&gt;Be honest, be real,&lt;br /&gt;Be happy, be free,&lt;br /&gt;Be courageous, be true,&lt;br /&gt;Be forever B3*,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this world,&lt;br /&gt;With every person, place, or thing,&lt;br /&gt;Be courageous, be true,&lt;br /&gt;Be forever B3*,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be courageous forever,&lt;br /&gt;Be you,&lt;br /&gt;B3*.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-7874960825834244064?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/7874960825834244064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/b3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/7874960825834244064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/7874960825834244064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/b3.html' title='B3*.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3429862617110234690.post-842739889244847097</id><published>2010-02-20T07:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T07:56:56.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Year Gone.</title><content type='html'>Unpublished Works, © 1981, Bill Pauley Jr.*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;from "Working Class H3R0 (works for John Ono Lennon)"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Year Gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year gone,&lt;br /&gt;The legend lives on,&lt;br /&gt;And he will live forever,&lt;br /&gt;For the things that he has done,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was sorry when I heard the news,&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do,&lt;br /&gt;So like a baby, like a spoiled, rotten child,&lt;br /&gt;I got so mad I had to cry,&lt;br /&gt;I got so mad I had to cry,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, dear John... o', John,&lt;br /&gt;How long will this pain linger on,&lt;br /&gt;And how long will God replace our saints,&lt;br /&gt;With satisfaction for those of us who ain't,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not one to see things wrong,&lt;br /&gt;I do my best to get along,&lt;br /&gt;But sometimes, a lot of things sometimes,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want them to belong,&lt;br /&gt;I don't want them to belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And wanting isn't wrong,&lt;br /&gt;It's the disappointment that really doesn't belong,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John, o', John... dear John,&lt;br /&gt;How long must this pain linger on,&lt;br /&gt;And how long will God keep replacing our saints,&lt;br /&gt;With the satisfied minds of those who ain't,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I believe that you believed in all you wrote about,&lt;br /&gt;But John, imagine there no heaven now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O', for the things that he has done,&lt;br /&gt;He will live forever,&lt;br /&gt;And so... the legend lives on,&lt;br /&gt;One year gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  - WillyToad*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;… this is a Smokey the Toad™ production.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3429862617110234690-842739889244847097?l=willytoad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/feeds/842739889244847097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-year-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/842739889244847097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3429862617110234690/posts/default/842739889244847097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://willytoad.blogspot.com/2010/02/one-year-gone.html' title='One Year Gone.'/><author><name>BillyPauleyJr.* is...</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14859610717681211750</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_S_M396lpMIQ/Sgp4UdsvXMI/AAAAAAAAAB4/usy-D_YgBCA/S220/smokeythetoad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
