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The Boxer


I am just a poor boy
Though my story’s seldom told
I have squandered my resistance
For a pocket full of mumbles such are promises
All lies and jests
Still a man hears what he wants to hear
And disregards the rest

Simon & Garfunkel

Our friend, our coconut chasing dog, our guardian, and our occasional alarm clock as he chases his toy container across the front porch at 7 in  the morning.

Let me introduce in the jungle wood corner weighing 80 lbs at 7 months of age………………………………………………………………………………………….

Cassius Clay

Cassius Clay

This entry was posted on February 8, 2009 at 7:01 PM and is filed under Bluff Beach Retreat with tags , , , . You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

2 Responses to “The Boxer”

  1. Melissa Says:
    February 9, 2009 at 3:30 AM

    Can’t wait to meet the one, the only, Mohamm….. I mean Cassius Clay
    I guess I’ll bring dof treats after all:-)

    Reply
  2. Peter Says:
    February 14, 2009 at 12:36 PM

    Cassius Clay was hated more than Sonny Liston
    Some like KK Downing more than Glenn Tipton
    Some like Jim Nabors, some Bobby Vinton
    I like them all

    Sun Kil Moon, Glenn Tipton

    Not that that has anything to do with anything.

    Reply

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