Activities of Rodney Dufault

I already know that my son's life is worth more than mine is,
that's why anyone who messes with him I will leave spineless,
maybe even a child. Why? Maybe because I'm childish.
Does everyone think it's easy for me to not lead my son to violence;
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I thought this was really fun and awesome. I woke up today and there was not only snow everywhere...but crows and trash all over the yard. I was not excited for that one bit. Lee got a text from who we thought was the trash guy who we had called to see if they had come or if they weren't coming at all. It was the latter, unfortunately. BUT. It was not the trash guy, just some random person. They kinda got in a little rhyme battle so to speak. To me, this was awesome. I had to share it, 'cause it was nice and all, and there was some rhyme in it from a random person. Lee was like 'WTF, why's everybody rhyming! ? ' HAHA. Max told her the other day that I taught him how to rhyme, but he's perfecting it. Also awesome.

Vlad? : Hello
Lee: Hi who dis?
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I thought that I could take my pain and make it better,
but the truth of that thought is betrayed by every letter.
My wife has helped me forget it all ever since I met her,
but all it takes is seeing someone else in pain and I remember.
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I was born out of hate and fear you see/ used to be/ I loved everyone near to me/ as they appeared to me/ because they appeared to be/ dear to me/ now disappeared to me/ kinda weird to me/ because I still feel 'em here with me/ and it aint fair to me/ I can't be there to see/ if they'd still be there for me/ or even care for me/ or dare to be/ rare to me/ and share with me/ like a family/ I'm an anomaly/ in harmony/ with the army of me/ sometimes I even alarm me/ and no one can harm me/ you see/ or disarm me/ with your blarney/ and fake speech/ so stay out of my reach/ I beseech you/ to let me teach you/ to stop being see through/ people/ good and evil/ something we pull/ from the minds of the weak folk/ but I keep hope/ conquer steep slopes/ and weak ropes/ got deep hopes/ I keep most/ so close/ you'd need a microscope/ to see those/ I bleed prose/ and need no/ body to tell me where we go/ I see those/ like wendigo's/ human flesh eating/ ego's/ reap souls/ from the deep holes/ you leave inside your people/ I see it through my peek hole/ and seek no/ further human interaction/ but I'm not weak, no/ I just need a distraction/ my own faction/ to call into action/ show my dissatisfaction/ with the way that it has been/ not relaxin'/ lack of passion/ question askin'/ answers lackin'/ attackin'/ everything at maximimum/ and all I'm packin'/ is a sack and/ two big nuts for ya'll to snack on/ attractin'/ wild life since back when/ I was born in my parents crack den/ with a pad and a black pen/ sick as Hell even way back then/ a new jack/ who's back/ on the attack man/ I can swing this rap/ and wake you from your nap man/ Syrax/ more wolverine than Benoit or Jackman/ But my new weapon is calmness so you could say that I pack Zen/ Syber hack men/ I'm jacked in/ practicin'/ my verbal acumen/ to get me out this corner I feel backed in/ now go and heal your cracked chin/ you got smacked in/ stepped on you now look at what I tracked in/ crap man/ I'm everlastin'/ exactin'/ revenge upon you half-men.
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I try to think deep, write and learn from myself,
for thoughts that I keep might return to a shelf.
The price though is steep; I fight and yearn for my health.
Sometimes I weep when the light turns from me. Help.
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OUR LITTLE BIRD

From the moment she could toddle in the grass…before she said one word…
she would stand in her front yard and point up at the birds.
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May we be blessed to acknowledge all the wonders in our life
that have, for us, thus far accrued…
and to begin each day with a word of thanks…
and thoughts of gratitude.
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I try to think deep, write and learn from myself,
for thoughts that I keep might return to a shelf.
The price though is steep; I fight and yearn for my health.
Sometimes I weep when the light turns from me. Help.
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