Author: Tamara Louris

Tribute to Frank Pastore

  (tribute by, and posted with permission from Duane Patterson)   Frank Pastore, the former major league baseball pitcher who became a popular Christian radio show host, has died. Southern California radio station KKLA said that Pastore died Monday, nearly a month after he was critically injured in a motorcycle accident. He was 55. The Inland Valley Daily Bulletin reports Pastore had been in a coma since a car collided with his motorcycle on Nov. 19 on Interstate 210 in Duarte. He was on his way home from work at KKLA at the time of the accident. Pastore was a pitcher...

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Cliff Notes

  By Tarzana Joe    ❧❧❧❧ All across the nation, nervous folks are wond’ring IF The country can survive a tumble off the fiscal cliff A cliff not made by nature but as Congressmen designed it And if I’m not mistaken, it’s the President that signed it A cliff so rough and jagged, surely God was not the artisan Well, folks that’s what you get if you subscribe to what’s bi-partisan So now we’re in a crisis. Tell me what did you expect? With Congress passing budgets they hope never take effect Perhaps the rest of government should travel down...

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Casey and Kyle

  By Will Robertson     ✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴✴   For more info on Will…...

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Good-bye Old friend

  By Tarzana Joe  ❧❧❧❧ The things that make me happy now, I count on just one pinky So tell me how to deal with The extinction of the Twinkie I can cope with unemployment And with rising wholesale pricing As long as I have access To some cake with choc’late icing For if I’m feeling lowly Here’s what gets me in the mood A little creamy filling And a lot of devil’s food And when I’m on the money And a compliment is paid me I let me friends and fans know It was Wonder Bread that made me...

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General Dynamics

By Tarzana Joe  ❧❧❧❧ To comment on the week that was Now, where shall I begin? I know no one should cast a stone Unless they’re free from sin And from that admonition I’m aware I’m not exempted Most poets roam the streets at night Just hoping to be tempted And though I’ve not faced forces That this scandal can compare to I fully can appreciate The weakness flesh is heir to I ask you as I ask myself As I’d ask my confessor Could I resist a comely lass Who whispered, “Oh, Professor!”? I try to build my self-control...

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