HERE'S A LITTLE SONG I WROTE TO THE TUNE OF JIMMY BUFFETS "WASTING AWAY IN MARGERITAVILLE." 

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GOSSIP
IS WHEN
ONE PERSON TELLS
ANOTHER ABOUT SOMEONE ELSE
WHETHER IT'S FACT OR FICTION
A SECRET TOLD IN UTMOST CONFIDENCE
OR SOMETHING THAT WAS MADE UP BECAUSE
ONE PERSON DOESN'T LIKE THE OTHER PERSON AND
WANTS TO RUIN THEM AND CAUSE TROUBLE AND BEFORE
YOU KNOW IT THE STORY GET'S BIGGER AND BIGGER AND
PEOPLE ADD THEIR OWN SPIN ON THE STORY AND
THE PERSON WHO IS BEING GOSSIPED ABOUT ENDS
UP BEING HURT AND SCARRED OVER LIES
THAT MAY NOT BE TRUE AND
THE DAMAGE HAS BEEN DONE
DUE TO THE FACT
THAT YOU CHOSE
TO SPREAD
GOSSIP

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DEBBY HARRIS

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WE ALL HAVE SEASONS IN OUR LIVES.  SEASONS OF SORROW, SEASONS OF PAIN.  SEASONS OF PLENTY, AND SEASONS OF GROWTH.  NATURE TEACHES US BY EXAMPLE. HOW;  YOU MAY ASK?  BY UNDERGOING MANY CHANGES AND PERSEVERING THROUGH IT ALL.

IN THE FALL; NATURE GRADUALLY SET'S THE STAGE FOR WINTER. THE WEATHER GET'S COOLER AND PLANTS START GOING TO SEED.  CROPS ARE HARVESTED AND BROUGHT IN FOR STORAGE.  A FINAL BURST OF SPECTACULAR COLORS DOT THE LANDSCAPE IN AUTUMNS FINAL VOW.

IN THE WINTER;  NATURE TAKES A WELL DESERVED NAP.  SOME ANIMALS HIBERNATE, AND SOME FLY SOUTH. THE PLANTS LIE DORMANT.  

IN THE SPRING;  NATURE YAWNS AND STARTS TO AWAKEN.  IT SPREADS SMALL BURSTS OF GREEN AMONG THE WOODLANDS;  AND LITTLE POCKETS OF VIBRANT COLOR AGAINST A BLEAK BACKDROP.  THE BIRDS SING IN HARMONY WITH NATURE. THE WEATHER WARMS UP, AND SUDDENLY THE LANDSCAPE IS FILLED WITH COLOR ONCE AGAIN. 

IN THE SUMMER;  NATURE IS THRIVING ONCE AGAIN.  EVERYTHING CAN SUSTAIN ITSELF AS THE EARTH RELAXES AND ENJOYS A VACATION.

IN LIFE; WE EXPERIENCE MANY CHANGES.  LIKE THE FALL, WE LOSE OUR ENTHUSIASM AND FADE INTO DORMANCY. WE MAY HAVE EXPERIENCED A DEATH IN OUR LIVES OR OUR CIRCUMSTANCES.  WE GO TO SEED WHILE WE USE THE WINTER TO REST AND PLAN OUR DEBUT BACK INTO THE WORLD.  BY SPRING, WE ADVENTURE OUT OF OUR HIBERNATION AS NATURE BECKONS US TO PARTAKE IN IT'S CELEBRATION OF LIFE. THIS IS A TIME OF REJUVENATION AND CELEBRATION.  NATURE EXEMPLIFIES THERE IS ALWAYS A REBIRTH OF LIFE.  THUS...WE LEARN THE LESSONS OF SPRING.

©2010
DEBBY HARRIS     

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THERE HAVE BEEN MORE HEARTACHES, I REFUSE TO LET CIRCUMSTANCES KEEP ME DOWN. WHEN I'VE BEEN KNOCKED DOWN, I GET BACK UP.  IT'S ALWAYS UP TO US...HOW LONG WE STAY DOWN.  I HAVE LEARNED TO USE HUMOR TO SURVIVE. SO, HERE'S HOW I LOOK AT MY LIFE.

"SOME DAYS YOU STEP IN IT;  AND SOME DAYS YOU DON'T."  NOW SOME OF US CAN SEE THEM ROADAPPLES AND SMELL THEM, BEFORE WE STEP IN THEM.  ME...WELL LET'S JUST SAY I DIDN'T HAVE THAT GOOD OF EYESIGHT.  I STEPPED BAREFOOT INTO EVERY ONE OF THEM.  IT TOOK SOMETHING DRASTIC BEFORE I LEARNED THE "ART OF DODGING THE MANURE PILES OF LIFE."  I WAS NAIVE.  I WAS TOO BUSY NOTICING THE BEAUTIFUL GREEN PASTURES, INSTEAD OF THE RECYCLED HAY.  I WASN'T LOOKING A WHERE I WAS WALKING...SO TO SPEAK.  HAVE YOU EVER BEEN WALKING AROUND BAREFOOT; AND STEPPED IN THE ONLY PILE OF DOG POOP IN THE WHOLE NEIGHBORHOOD?  COME ON NOW...FESS UP.  I CAN'T BE THE ONLY ONE.  BY THE LOOKS OF THE PILE, IT WASN'T JUST THAT LITTLE CHIHUAHUA THAT'S AN "OPTIMUM POOPER."  

I GOT TIRED OF STEPPING IN THE POO AND DECIDED I NEEDED TO GET ME A SET OF BOOTS.  SO I GOT ME THEM KIND OF BOOTS THAT PROTECT YOU AGAINST EVERYTHING;  INCLUDING SNAKES.  LET ME TELL YOU THE SNAKES AREN'T TOO FAR OFF FROM THE MANURE PILES. SO ONE DAY, I SET DOWN, TOOK OFF MY "ROSE COLORED GLASSES" AND HAD ME A GOOD CRY. IT WAS A GOOD THING I HAD MY RAINCOAT ON TOO;  BECAUSE THOSE TEARS RAINED FOR AWHILE.  TOWARDS THE END OF THE TEARS;  I GOT MAD.  YEP...I SHORE DID.  I WAS MADDER THAN A WET HEN.  MAD AT THIS PERSON, AND THAT PERSON;  AND MAD AT MYSELF.  I WAS MAD THAT I HAD A SOFT HEART AND A TRUSTING NATURE.  THAT WAS MY BIGGEST HANDICAP.  YOU KNOW, THOSE PEOPLE THAT HURT ME;  WERE EXPERTS AT SPREADING THE MANURE.  THEY MUST HAVE TOOK A COURSE ON RECYCLING;  BECAUSE THEY GOT ALOT OF USE OUT OF ALL THEIR B.S.!!!  THEY USED THE SAME OLD CRAP ON EVERY FIELD THEY COULD. I WAS NO LONGER THEIR VICTIM BECAUSE I COULD SMELL THEM A MILE AWAY.  HERE'S WHAT I DID.

I PLOWED UP MY PASTURE AND PLANTED WILDFLOWERS.  I FIGURED I WOULD HAVE THE PRETTIEST FIELD OF FLOWERS THERE WAS.  I CERTAINLY HAD ALOT OF FERTILIZER.  OVER TIME;  MY PASTURE STARTED BLOOMING WITH LIFE.  I HAD TAKEN A FALLOW FIELD AND TURNED IT AROUND.  THAT'S WHAT WE HAVE TO DO WHEN PEOPLE HURT US.  WE HAVE TO FIND A WAY TO UTILIZE THE CRAP WE STEP IN. OR, WHAT THE WORLD FLINGS AT US.  WEAR A RAINCOAT, AND BOOTS;  AND EVEN CARRY AN UMBRELLA.  CRAP COMES AT YOU FROM ALL DIRECTIONS SOME DAYS;  SO ALWAYS BE ON THE LOOKOUT.  A WORD OF ADVICE...DON'T STAND ANYWHERE NEAR A FAN IF YOU SEE OR SMELL THOSE ROADAPPLES.

NOW YOU MAY BE THINKING, "DEBBY, YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT I'VE BEEN THROUGH.  IT'S NOT THAT EASY.  MY WHOLE LIFE I'VE BEEN TREATED BAD."  HERE IS MY ANSWER TO THAT;  I DO KNOW HOW HARD IT IS TO CHANGE YOUR VICTIM STATUS, TO SURVIVOR STATUS.  AS A CHILD;  I WAS SEXUALLY AND PHYSICALLY ABUSED SEVERELY.  I WAS A VICTIM OF DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.  I WAS RAPED, STABBED 17 TIMES, AND BURIED IN A GRAVEL PIT GRAVE OF ABOUT 5-6 FEET OF GRAVEL FOR ALMOST 2 HOURS.  THEN...8 MONTHS AGO;  MY SON MICHAEL COMMITTED SUICIDE.  I KNOW PAIN AND SORROW.  I KNOW HOW CRUEL LIFE CAN BE.  MOST OF MY FAMILY BLAMED ME FOR BEING RAPED, STABBED AND BURIED ALIVE.  THEY ALSO BLAMED ME FOR MY SONS DEATH.  THESE ARE THE SAME PEOPLE WHO HAVE ABUSED ME ALL MY LIFE.  THE SAME PEOPLE WHO LET ME SET ALONE IN A COURTROOM WITH MY WOULD BE KILLER.  HIS FAMILY WAS THERE FOR HIM;  MINE WAS NOT!!!  I HAVE HAD TO LEARN TO LET GO OF THE PAIN AND SORROW.  IF YOU DON'T, IT WILL END UP DOING YOU IN. BLEEDING ULCERS ARE NO FUN, NEITHER ARE PANIC ATTACKS. BITTERNESS SHRIVELS UP YOUR HEART AND YOU BECOME DETACHED FROM PRESENT JOY.

I TRY TO FIND HUMOR IN THE SORROWS OF YESTERDAY.  FOR INSTANCE;  I HAVE SCARS ACROSS MY THROAT BECAUSE MY THROAT WAS SLIT.  I LOOK AT THEM NOW AND TELL MYSELF, "WELL OLD GIRL...YOU WON'T HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT NEEDING PLASTIC SURGERY TO FIRM UP YOUR JAWLINE."  BEING A SURVIVOR OF CHILD ABUSE;  I AM A STAUNCH ADVOCATE FOR KIDS WHO'VE BEEN ABUSED.  I KNOW HOW TO WORK WITH KIDS LIKE I WAS.  I CAN REACH THEIR LITTLE HEARTS BY MY OWN EXPERIENCES.  I AM WHO I AM TODAY;  BECAUSE OF WHAT I WENT THROUGH. 

SO PUT ON YOUR BOOTS, AND PLANT BEAUTY WHERE THERE IS NONE IN YOUR LIFE.  THE MORE BEAUTY YOU BRING INTO YOUR LIFE;  THE LESS POO YOU'LL STEP IN.

©2010
DEBBY HARRIS

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I REMEMBER WATCHING THE ED SULLIVAN SHOW WHEN I WAS YOUNGER.  ONE NIGHT HE HAD THE BEATLES ON HIS SHOW.  OH MY GOSH...PAUL MC CARTNEY WAS SO CUTE!!!  DARK HAIR AND BIG DARK EYES, AND A GREAT VOICE TO BOOT...WHAT ELSE COULD A GIRL WANT?  THE GIRLS WERE GOING CRAZY AND CRYING AND CARRYING ON.  I LOVED THEIR SONGS.  I WANTED "TO HOLD YOUR HAND" PAUL MC CARTNEY;  AND "I SHOULD HAVE KNOWN BETTER" BECAUSE ENGLAND WAS A LONG WAY AWAY FROM WHERE I LIVED.  I DOUBTED MY BABYSITTING MONEY WOULD BE ENOUGH TO FLY ME OVER THERE TO SEE HIM IN PERSON.

THEN I FOUND ELVIS PRESLEY.  OH...HE WAS SO PERTY!!!  JET BLACK HAIR AND A SMILE THAT MELTED YOU.  AT AGE 12...I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT I WOULD MELT INTO...I JUST HEARD WOMEN SAY THAT ABOUT HIM.  THE TV WOULD NEVER SHOW HIM FROM THE WAIST DOWN.  I WONDERED WHY.  I HEARD MY MOM AND DAD TALKING ABOUT IT;  BUT I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT "MOVING YOUR PELVIS LIKE THAT" MEANT.  I HEARD PEOPLE SAY IT WAS "TOO VULGAR."  WHAT DID VULGAR MEAN? 

ONE FRIDAY NIGHT I WAS WATCHING ONE OF HIS MOVIES AND THEY SHOWED ALL OF HIM;  EVEN FROM THE WAIST DOWN.  OH LORDY...MISS CLAWDY...WHAT WAS WRONG WITH THAT BOY?  HE WAS A SWINGING THEM HIPS AROUND LIKE CRAZY.  HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS TRYING TO HULA HOOP WITHOUT THE HOOP.  I FINALLY DECIDED WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HIM.  HE MUST HAVE BED BUGS IN HIS BRITCHES.  NO WONDER THEY DIDN'T SHOW HIM FROM THE WAIST DOWN.  THAT BOY WAS SUFFERING FROM A BAD CASE OF CROTCH CRICKETS. YOU COULD TELL HE WAS TRYING TO SHAKE THEM OUT OF HIS BRITCHES.  I THOUGHT IT WAS SUCH A SHAME THAT WOMEN (INCLUDING MY MOM) WERE STARING AND SWOONING OVER ELVIS' TRYING TO SHAKE THEM CRITTERS OUT.  I THOUGHT IT WAS SAD ON ACCOUNT OF HE LOOKED LIKE HE WAS SUFFERING SOMETHING FIERCE.

MY FAVORITE CRUSH OF ALL WAS DAVID CASSIDY OF "THE PARTRIDGE FAMILY."  DON'T GET ME LYING TO Y'ALL...I CRIED WHEN I GOT THEIR FIRST ALBUM FOR CHRISTMAS.  I HAD A POSTER TAPED INSIDE MY CLOSET AND I COULD STARE AT HIS PERTY FACE FOR HOURS.  MY DAD USED TO TRY TO MAKE ME MAD, BY CALLING HIM A SISSY BECAUSE HE HAD LONG HAIR.  I WATCHED EVERY EPISODE I COULD.  I KNEW ALL THE WORDS TO "I THINK I LOVE YOU" BY HEART.  I WROTE DAVID CASSIDY'S NAME ALL OVER MY NOTEBOOKS. THE TIGER BEAT MAGAZINES ALWAYS HAD PICTURES OF HIM IN IT.  IT'S FUNNY...AT THAT AGE;  YOU DON'T REALIZE YOU NEVER HAVE A CHANCE OF MEETING THEM.  YOU JUST SET THERE ALL STARRY EYED AND DROOLING AND DREAM ABOUT THE OBJECT OF YOUR AFFECTION.  HE PLAYED GUITAR LIKE I DID AND I DREAMED WE COULD PLAY GUITARS AND SING TOGETHER SOMEDAY.  

NOW THAT I'M OLDER;  I KNOW WHAT VULGAR MEANS.  I DON'T THINK IT WAS THAT BAD.  OF COURSE NOW...IF I SEEN HIM MOVING LIKE THAT;  I'D PROBABLY HAVE THE HOT FLASH FROM HELL.  LOL  

SO NOW...THERE YOU HAVE IT!!!  MY CRUSHES WERE A GUY NAMED AFTER A BUG;  A GUY WHO HAD CROTCH CRICKETS AND A LONG HAIRED SISSY.  LOL

©2010
DEBBY HARRIS

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IF I EVER BECAME RICH...
THIS IS WHAT I'D DO
I'D BUILD A HUGE SANCTUARY...
FOR VICTIMS OF ABUSE
EVERY ABUSED CHILD...
WOULD HAVE A PERMANENT HOME
EVERY ABUSED WOMAN...
WOULD HAVE A SAFE SHELTER
UNTIL SHE AND HER KIDS...
GOT RELOCATED IN A SAFE PLACE

IF I EVER BECAME RICH...
THIS IS WHAT I'D DO
I'D BUY UP EMPTY HOUSES...
AND FIX THEM UP
THEN I WOULD FILL THEM UP...
WITH HOMELESS MEN
GIVE THEM BACK THEIR DIGNITY...
WITH POSITIVE RE-ENFORCEMENT
THEY'D BE WARM AND FED AND SAFE...
UNTIL THEY GOT ON THEIR FEET

IF I EVER BECAME RICH...
I'D SPEND SO LITTLE ON MYSELF
FOR WHAT GOOD IS WEALTH...
IF YOU KEEP IT TO YOURSELF
I'D GET A NEW CENTRAL AIR UNIT...
SO I COULD BREATHE BETTER
SO I WOULDN'T FEEL SCARED...
WITH MY WINDOW OPEN AND ACCESSIBLE
TO THOSE WHO WOULD BREAK IN...
AND HARM ME AS I SLEEP

IF I EVER BECAME RICH...
I'D DONATE TO HELP STOP ABUSE
SET UP A FREE COUNSELING CENTER...
WITH QUALIFIED THERAPISTS
AND LIFE SKILLS COACHES...
WHO HAVE OVERCAME THE PAIN
I'D LEAD THEM FROM VICTIM STATUS...
TO THE SURVIVORS THAT THEY ARE
GIVE THEM UNCONDITIONAL LOVE AND...
EMPOWER THEM TO BREAK FREE

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DEBBY HARRIS

*I COULDN'T BE HAPPY IF I WAS WEALTHY AND THOUGHT ONLY OF MYSELF.  MY CONVICTIONS WOULD HAUNT ME.  I WOULD HELP OTHERS.  SOME PEOPLE DON'T WANT TO HELP OTHERS BECAUSE THEY HAVE BEEN BURNED BEFORE;  OR THEY THINK "IT'S NOT THEIR PROBLEM."  "IT TAKES A VILLAGE TO RAISE A CHILD." 

INSTEAD OF THINKING OF IT AS A "HAND OUT" WHY NOT THINK OF IT AS A "HAND UP."

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LET NOT, JUST YOUR LIPS SPEAK LOVE'S LANGUAGE...
FOR WORDS CAN BE SPOKEN WITHOUT FEELING
RATHER, LET YOUR HEART SPEAK AND ENGAGE...
IN ACTIONS AND WORDS THAT ARE REVEALING

LOVE IS THE HEALING BALM OF THE SOUL...
IT HEALS OUR WOUNDS BY NURTURING
LOVE DOES IT'S BEST TO CONSOLE...
BY ENCOURAGING AND COMFORTING

LOVE SHOULD BE GENTLE AND NOT INTRUSIVE...
EVER TRUSTWORTHY AND NEVER FICKLE
READILY GIVEN AND NOT ELUSIVE...
AN OPEN RESERVOIR AND NOT A TRICKLE

LOVE IS NOT MEASURED BY WHO YOU LOVE...
BUT HOW YOU LOVE
TRUTH IS NOT MEASURED BY WORDS BUT ACTIONS...
TRUTH IS...LOVE IS NOT LOVE...
UNLESS IT'S SHOWN

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DEBBY HARRIS

*YOU CAN GIVE WITHOUT LOVING...BUT YOU CAN'T LOVE WITHOUT GIVING.*

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AND WE WONDER WHY OUR COUNTRY IS SO SCREWED UP!!!

KEEP THE STOOGES IN HOLLYWOOD...INSTEAD OF WASHINGTON, D.C.

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A GOOD FRIEND WILL PUT ON THEIR WADERS...AND WADE THROUGH IT TO PULL YOU OUT!!! 

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