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Dekalb KID'S REUNITED

Thirty years went by like a flash

We reunited, and what a splash!

For a friend in need, we gathered round,

On the hottest day, our bonds unbound.

The spread was grand, a feast to see,

Food galore, a sight to be!

Jeremy's comebacks quick as can be,

Laughter echoed, wild and free.

John, the same old self, a constant friend,

Kristi and TJ, traveled far to lend,

A helping hand, a listening ear,

From Florida's sun to our gathering here.

Travis, Ben, and Trisha, came from afar,

Wisconsin's chill, couldn't keep them from our star,

Many summoned, not all could attend,

But those who came, their hearts did lend.

We laughed, we cried, we shared our past,

Friendship like ours, forever will last,

For a friend in need, we stood as one,

The DeKalb Kids, reunion won!

So here's to our friend, in this trying time,

We'll stand by you, like family in rhyme,

And though life's journey takes us far and wide,

Our bonds remain, side by side.

Written BY chatGPT content by Georie Saunders

Inspired by the best group of friends EVER!

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Reach the sky

We stand together, We graduated, We did it!

We can either spend our whole lives fighting the system,

or we can put all our energy into try to impress them!

In the long run, parents only want to succeed Llisten carefully saying thank you and please.

It's not in the wants but in the need.

Parents spend half a lifetime, trying to fix their mistakes.

Giving it their all, doing all it takes! Just so you know this young man, mom and dad are there for you, and will do all that they can.

It's OK to make mistakes, the key is make corrections and do what it takes.

Just so you know, life doesn't flow like a stream.

Adjust to fit your life, and continue your dream.

The most and crucial advice:

is for you to stay you, remaining true with nothing to prove.

The balls in your court, if life gets too much, you must contort!

The next step in your life, is advance your education and marry your wife!

Written By Georie Saunders

Inspired by graduation LT!

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Missed connection

Almost always

10 chapter version

Title: Almost Always Subtitle: A Whimsical Love Story Across Time and Chance Author: Georie Saunders

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Chapter One: Missed Connections

Adelaide Jennings had a habit of catching flights that led her somewhere unexpected. That morning, she had been booked on a flight to Chicago but was rerouted through Cincinnati due to bad weather. She sat cross-legged in the airport café, stirring her tea, the soft clink of silverware and the overhead boarding calls forming a kind of unintentional symphony.

She wore a scarf patterned with constellations, her sketchbook open to a half-finished drawing of a hot air balloon tethered to a daisy. Her life, lately, had felt a bit like that—floating, yet longing for grounding. Her fingers traced the edges of the daisy in her sketch absently, as if willing the petals to reach something they couldn’t quite touch.

Meanwhile, two gates away, Cliff Harper was making a mad dash for a connecting flight to Denver. His satchel bounced against his hip as he juggled a coffee and an old paperback. He was mumbling lyrics under his breath—something Ella Fitzgerald, something warm—as he scanned the signs. He paused at a kiosk to grab a bottle of water, his eyes briefly skimming a rack of postcards. One read: “Somewhere, someone thinks of you.” He smiled faintly.

As he turned from the kiosk, the heel of his boot caught the edge of a scarf lying loosely on the floor. He bent to lift it, hesitated, then placed it on the back of the nearest chair.

Adelaide emerged from the café seconds later. "Oh, there it is," she murmured, fingers brushing the fabric. She didn't notice the man now halfway to Gate 16, his name already called for final boarding.

As Cliff passed through security again after a random check, he exchanged brief jokes with a TSA agent named Pam.

"You always look like you're escaping something," she teased.

"Maybe just fate," he quipped.

Outside, Adelaide hailed a cab, her arms full of her carry-on, sketchbook flapping in the wind.

"Miss! That your sketchbook!" the cabbie called as a page fluttered out.

"Oh! Thank you," she called back, pressing it to her chest. The page read: "A green coat and a golden dog."

She didn’t know why she had drawn it, or who it was supposed to be.

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Chapter Two: Adelaide

Adelaide White was a sought-after fashion designer, known for her whimsical streetwear and trailblazing fabric prints. Brunette, with waist-length curls, she stood 5'5", with a curvy build and a laugh that filled rooms. Beautiful and radiant, she had a magnetic energy and the boundless charm of someone always in motion.

She lived life like a curated playlist—never repeating, always upbeat.

Adelaide's assistant, Sadie, was a single mom and often frazzled. Adelaide adored her and treated her like a sister. One morning, Sadie called in tears. Her daughter’s beloved spotted goldfish had died.

"She won't stop crying, Addie," she sobbed. "It was the only thing her dad left her."

"Say no more. I’ll find another fish," Adelaide replied.

She swung by a small neighborhood pet store before her next flight. The bell over the door chimed as she entered, scanning tanks for something resembling a miniature spotted dolphin.

A little girl stared at the same tank. "They look like they're dancing," the girl whispered.

Adelaide smiled. "That one," she said, pointing to a wiggly finned fish. "He's perfect."

She paid quickly and raced outside to her waiting cab, unaware that Cliff had entered just minutes before her, on a search for dog treats for his golden retriever, Lou.

Their paths missed again—this time by mere heartbeats.

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Chapter Three: Cliff

Cliff Schaffer, a lanky 6-footer with a mischievous grin, had been a track star in college. Now, he owned several small used car dealerships. Despite his introverted nature, he had a wicked sense of humor and a love of practical jokes.

He grew up in Kansas City, the only child of a quiet, nurturing mother and a troublemaking, dream-chasing father who disappeared when Cliff was twelve. Raised on old vinyl jazz records and library books, Cliff found calm in simplicity.

As a boy, Cliff once asked his best friend Jack if they’d be friends forever.

"Unless you become a bank robber," Jack said. "Then maybe not."

Cliff grinned. "Fair."

Years later, Cliff and Jack lost touch. Jack got a scholarship to the University of Arkansas, while Cliff took over the family business.

Despite the distance, Cliff sometimes wondered if Jack ever remembered that promise.

One rainy evening, Cliff packed his overnight bag for a rare break. His late grandfather had left him a cabin in the woods. It was remote, surrounded by trees, and the only way to reach it was by jet ski.

Cliff needed a reset.

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Chapter Four: Festival of Whispers

Cliff detoured on the way to the cabin to a local fair he'd heard about from a friend. The Whispers Festival in Ohio promised music, food, and magic. Cliff wandered through booths of handmade trinkets and old fortune games. He laughed at a woman trying to win a giant stuffed bear by tossing rings onto bottles.

He approached an ancient slot machine, dropped in a coin, and pulled the lever. A small ceramic cat popped out.

"Weird," he murmured.

A handwritten scroll was tucked in its belly. It read: She’s closer than you think.

Meanwhile, just behind the booth, Adelaide crouched to tie her boot. She stood, brushing dirt from her coat, and caught sight of Cliff’s back—tall, green coat, laughing with a vendor. But by the time she made her way around the booth, he was gone.

She bought a similar ceramic cat from the next vendor.

"Something about it feels familiar," she said.

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Chapter Five: Pet Shop Echoes

Adelaide returned to the little pet shop two weeks later to check on the fish. Sadie’s daughter had named him Bubbles 2, and Adelaide had started a quiet ritual of visiting the tank when in town.

She met the owner, who remembered Cliff.

"You just missed another regular—guy with a golden retriever, funny fellow. Bought out my gourmet liver treats."

Adelaide chuckled. "Sounds like a character."

Outside, Cliff walked past, Lou tugging at his leash. He glanced inside, saw a brunette with long curls laughing.

Their eyes didn’t meet. Yet.

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Chapter Six: Almost & Again

In Chicago, Cliff entered a jazz bar where Adelaide had just performed a poem at a mural unveiling. She’d left minutes before.

In Charleston, she explored a surrealist art installation where a note under an umbrella read: Waiting for a rainy day. Cliff had left it.

In Vermont, they stayed at the same inn weeks apart. The innkeeper said, "You two could be twins. Both asked for Room 9 and put books on the windowsill."

Cliff found a sketch left behind: a golden retriever with a crown. Lou-approved.

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Chapter Seven: Signs and Symbols

Cliff returned to the festival grounds in Ohio, the ceramic cat now on his dashboard.

He spotted a mural on a library wall—a green-coated figure holding a daisy balloon.

He stared.

Adelaide had painted it.

"Who did this?" he asked the librarian.

"A traveling muralist. Adelaide White."

His heart jumped.

Back in L.A., Adelaide sipped tea as Sadie read a note left in her inbox: Thank you for Bubbles 2. He saved bedtime. Signed, Hopeful Mom.

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Chapter Eight: Rainlight Rendezvous

Cliff booked a last-minute trip to Montana after spotting Adelaide’s name in a travel magazine featuring muralists.

He found the motel. Her mural loomed large: a moonlit path of floating umbrellas. At its base, in tiny letters: Love is just friendship set on fire. —C. Always.

She was here.

He ran to the local bookstore, instinct pulling him.

As he reached for The Great Gatsby, a hand met his.

She gasped. "Sorry. I—"

"MissJuneBug?"

She blinked. "C_Always?"

They laughed.

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Chapter Nine: The Kiss in the Rain

They stepped outside, into a soft, silvery rain. Lou barked joyfully as puddles formed beneath their feet.

"You found me," she said.

"You painted the map."

Thunder rolled softly. A saxophone played faintly from a nearby apartment.

Their lips met in a kiss that erased time. Raindrops fell gently across their cheeks. They didn’t notice.

The world hushed.

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Chapter Ten: A Dog Named Tyson

Adelaide brought Tyson, her labradoodle, to meet Lou.

The dogs sniffed, wagged, and instantly bonded.

Cliff and Adelaide moved into a small house near the woods, where Tyson guarded the porch and Lou learned to nap in sunbeams.

Sadie and her daughter visited often, Bubbles 2 now proudly swimming in a deluxe tank.

And in the entryway, on a hand-carved shelf, sat two ceramic cats—guardians of fate.

Sometimes, love isn’t about the moment you meet.

Sometimes, it’s all the moments you almost did.

The End.

Written b ychat GPT

Concept by Georie Saunders

Inspired by missed connection

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Missed connections 6 chapter version---

Chapter One: Missed Connections

Adelaide Jennings had a habit of catching flights that led her somewhere unexpected. That morning, she had been booked on a flight to Chicago but was rerouted through Cincinnati due to bad weather. She sat cross-legged in the airport café, stirring her tea, the soft clink of silverware and the overhead boarding calls forming a kind of unintentional symphony.

She wore a scarf patterned with constellations, her sketchbook open to a half-finished drawing of a hot air balloon tethered to a daisy. Her life, lately, had felt a bit like that—floating, yet longing for grounding. Her fingers traced the edges of the daisy in her sketch absently, as if willing the petals to reach something they couldn’t quite touch.

Across the terminal, two gates away, Cliff Harper was making a mad dash for a connecting flight to Denver. His satchel bounced against his hip as he juggled a coffee and an old paperback. He was mumbling lyrics under his breath—something Ella Fitzgerald, something warm—as he scanned the signs.

Then came the loudspeaker: "Final boarding call for Flight 307 to Denver."

He paused at a kiosk to grab a bottle of water, his eyes briefly skimming a rack of postcards. One read: “Somewhere, someone thinks of you.” He smiled faintly and tucked it into his coat pocket.

Adelaide, meanwhile, reached down to retrieve her phone just as her scarf slipped from the back of her chair and drifted to the floor. A breeze from a passing luggage cart sent it tumbling into the walkway.

Cliff, rounding the corner at a fast pace, stepped directly on the scarf, stumbled slightly, and looked down. He bent to pick it up, but just as he did, a child bumped into him, sending his coffee splashing across the floor.

"Sorry!" the child squeaked, already gone.

Cliff, flustered, dropped the scarf on the edge of the nearest table and jogged off, not realizing he had left it on Adelaide’s table. She turned seconds later, reached for her scarf, and blinked in confusion.

"How did you get here?" she whispered to the fabric, now dotted with a drop of coffee.

In that same moment, Cliff passed a bookstore tucked beside the café. Something pulled at him—nostalgia or nerves—and he walked in. He found a signed copy of The Little Prince, thumbing the pages.

A tiny paper note fluttered out. On it, in familiar handwriting, were the words: “What is essential is invisible to the eye.”

He didn’t know it, but the note had been written by Adelaide years ago, left in a book during one of her mural projects for an airport literacy campaign. Magic, after all, is sometimes just a circle waiting to close.

Adelaide stepped outside the café just as Cliff disappeared into the bookstore. Her eyes scanned the crowd instinctively, her gut whispering a quiet something. But the crowd moved and changed like clouds—faces folding into one another, none staying long enough to matter.

She looked down at the scarf, sighed, and tied it loosely around her neck.

"Almost," she murmured.

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Chapter Two: Adelaide

Adelaide grew up in Camden, Maine, the daughter of a quiet bookbinder and a bold watercolorist. Her grandmother’s bookstore, “The Reading Nest,” was her haven. Nestled on a cliffside with sea mist fogging its windows, it was a place where secrets lived in the margins of books. She loved the idea that stories could wait for you.

Her grandmother once told her, “There’s a kind of magic in not knowing what comes next, darling. That’s why we turn the page.”

Adelaide never forgot that. As an adult, she became a muralist, traveling from town to town with her van, a thermos of chai, and a toolbox full of brushes. Her murals were dreamy landscapes—clouds shaped like tea kettles, staircases that led to the stars. In every one, she painted a green-coated figure, sometimes walking, sometimes resting, always facing away.

She kept journals, volumes of them, where she noted tiny synchronicities—songs heard twice in one day, names repeated by strangers, dreams that predicted weather.

One night, in Santa Fe, she painted past midnight. A stranger lingered nearby, watching. He didn’t speak, just left behind a cup of coffee with a napkin that read, “You make walls whisper.”

She still had the napkin. She didn’t know why, but it mattered. It had a lipstick stain on the corner. Adelaide sometimes dreamed of the man behind that message, as if his voice might one day narrate her life.

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Chapter Three: Cliff

Cliff Harper lived quietly. He ran “Second Chances,” a shop in Seattle that specialized in lost things—a record of whispered jazz, a snow globe with a tiny gondola inside, a chessboard missing its queen.

He was raised by his mother, Evelyn, a school librarian who smelled of peppermint and old paper. She taught him that books could save your life, and that silence wasn’t always empty. His father, Harold, had been a musician. He remembered the feel of that saxophone case, heavier than expected, and the sound of the front door clicking shut one last time.

College had given him Elise, a pianist with stormy eyes. She once told him, “You hold back like it’s an art form.” She wasn’t wrong. When she left, she didn’t slam the door. She left a note: “Don’t fade away.”

He kept that note in a box, next to old photographs and ticket stubs. He told himself he was content. Lou, his golden retriever, thought otherwise, often nudging Cliff toward the window as if waiting for someone to arrive.

Cliff began collecting vintage fortunes from cookies, tiny slips of prophecy that he taped into a large leather-bound ledger. One day, he pulled a fortune that read, “Your soulmate is already woven through your story.” He stared at it for a long time.

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Chapter Four: Almost & Again

Late September in Ohio was golden. The Corn Festival brought in food trucks, Ferris wheels, and odd antique games run by locals with wide smiles and fading tattoos. Adelaide was working on a mural outside the library—a historical montage with exaggerated whimsy. She had a smudge of paint on her nose and music in her headphones.

Cliff, in town visiting a friend, wandered into the festival. He was nursing a lemonade and browsing booths when he spotted an old slot machine. It looked absurdly out of place.

“Why not?” he muttered, dropping in a coin.

The machine groaned, lights flickering to life. It spat out a small ceramic cat. He blinked.

Adelaide, just behind the booth, was tying her shoelace. The sound startled her. She looked up just in time to see a man in a green coat walking away with a cat figurine.

She would later buy the same cat at a local thrift store, unable to explain why it felt like it belonged.

“Funny,” she said to the cashier. “Feels like I missed something.”

Back in Seattle, Cliff opened the cat’s hollow belly and found a tiny scroll. It read, “She’s closer than you think.”

He felt the hairs on his arms rise.

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Chapter Five: Threads and Missed Beats

Connection is a tricky thing—one moment too early, one glance too late.

In Chicago, Cliff entered a jazz bar where Adelaide had just performed a spoken word poem as part of a mural unveiling. She had left minutes before he arrived, her voice still echoing in the air as a bartender mentioned, “You just missed someone incredible.”

In Charleston, she explored a pop-up art exhibit with installations inspired by fate. One sculpture—a teetering tower of umbrellas—featured a note tucked beneath. “Waiting for a rainy day.” Cliff had left it the day before.

In Vermont, they stayed at the same inn two weeks apart. The owner remarked how both guests had asked about the same room. “Kindred spirits,” she called them. Cliff found her sketch tucked behind the nightstand; he pinned it to his wall at home.

They were story threads wrapped tighter each time.

One rainy Tuesday in Portland, Adelaide found herself running an errand for Sadie, her boss at the art collective. Sadie’s daughter had lost her pet goldfish—Spots. The loss was epic. Adelaide, not usually one for fish or pet shops, ducked inside a narrow storefront with a blinking neon sign.

She scanned tanks of shimmering fish, then approached the counter. “Do you have a spotted goldfish? My boss’s daughter lost one, and it’s kind of... urgent.”

The teen behind the counter nodded. “A few. Want to see?”

She followed him around the corner.

At that exact moment, Cliff entered the same shop. Lou had eaten his neighbor’s fish—a complete accident—and Cliff was determined to replace it before the little boy next door noticed.

He stepped in, blinked at the humidity, and turned left. Adelaide had just turned right.

They passed like whispers.

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Chapter Six: Rainlight

Adelaide stopped checking the forum. Cliff stopped writing. Silence filled the space like fog.

In Montana, Adelaide took a job painting a mural at a roadside motel. She quoted one of Cliff’s messages in tiny script beneath a painted moon: “Love is just friendship set on fire.” She signed it: “—C. Always.”

Months later, Cliff sat in a dentist’s office flipping through a travel magazine. There it was—the mural, the quote. His heart thudded.

He flew to Montana.

At a used bookstore, he reached for The Great Gatsby. It fell. As he bent to retrieve it, a hand met his.

“Sorry—” she began.

“MissJuneBug?” he asked.

She blinked. “C_Always?”

He laughed. “I brought the record.”

“I brought the cat.”

The old cat in the store meowed.

They stood in the quiet, the kind that hums with yes.

“I think we finally met,” she said.

“Always,” he whispered.

As they left the shop, rain began to fall—slow and deliberate. Cliff held out his hand.

She took it.

They stepped onto the cobbled street, puddles pooling under their feet. And there, between thunder and saxophone laughter from a nearby window, they kissed.

Rain ran down her cheeks and across his jawline.

It felt like the end of a storm and the beginning of music.

The End

Story by Georie Saunders

Written assistance chat GPT

Inspired by love& missed connections

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Room fulla beatz

Room fulla beatz

Here's 2 beautiful girls just lying peacefully on the blanket.

As the beats fill the space

smiles on all the faces!

As we sip our coffee, it's just what need to start the day! With caffeine raging through our veins we sit down to get baked!

As the thick denser smoke fills my chest

My old friends are truly the best!

This outdoor venue in sureal, w the house music pounding, the bass is all I feel. The other kids, they all dance the same, being almost 50, I'm lucky that I don't dance with a cane.

As the sets down to close out the day, thank you Dallas for always being there for me.you always have a way of making me feel free.

Written by Georie Saunders Inspired by Room fulla Beatz

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LAST CALL

You ask me to write you how how this two headed snake known MSA-C has changed my life!

²The things I feel most grateful for is my wife.

The way she throws on the cape and saves the day.

Or how she rubs and scrubs my body washing the dirt away.

Or helping me dress for the day.

This is such a nice gesture in every way.

Know one should have to be forced to play witness to this evil relentless space.

Everyday there is a new challenge I face!

Like clutter in my pathway of my place

Everything left on the floor causes potential falls.

The Doctors all say to keep a log for visits or calls.

Left until someone that can help with the falls.

This is in addition to the diet and taking a pill.

My BP is different, whether I'm sitting or standing still.

The medication is supposed to raise up the pressure to normal levels or range. The feeling Is like pin pricks that never go away.

No matter how much I change things from day to day.

This condition affects my prostate and bladder from day to day

Getting up 5x a night is hell on your body and spriit to say th least.. or you can't move because your stuck amongst the bed crease.

Staying hydrated is very crucial to someone facing a condition like MSA!

Wether you type Ç like me, or they have you dialed into type P.. either way they both suck, wouldn't you agree!

Either way it offers a lot of time to think free.

Knowing of my fate is uncomfortable for family and close friends

Smiles and good vibes to th end.

All of them will be support network is the plan

It is important to speak your mind and voice all you can.

It's the one final chance to stick it to the man.

Not knowing the right words to say or afraid to discuss all I can.

You try to inform everyone that's no reason to beat around the bush..

Kicking and screaming won't help no matter how hard you push..

Written by Georie Saunders for Daisy Paiges new release 2025

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FORGOTTEN FRIENDSHIIP

I used to have a close friend, a compedre, a friendship you take to the end.

This condition is real and not pretend.

It's not something I get to turn off like a switch..

It feels like you're treating me like I'm already dead in a ditch

I mean it.. this is too much for you to see

You will forever view me as wild an free the way I used to be..

Here it is I'm dying soon enough, Not having you by my side.. its not only tearong me up inside,'its hurting my pride.

Right now I need you companionship, your support your time! Asking for a friend to visit a friend, is that a crime?.

Make time for me, before I die!

maybe then you'll show emotion and grieve.

Written By Georie Saunders

Inspired by the feeling of neglect

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Grandma's Precious Angel

Her name is Raelynn and she is my little angel 😇 delivered from above

Sent from our lord, she brings us such love

She was born on time, and we were so happy to meet her, a full head of dark silky hair, we knew we had a keeper!

Her eyes so big, looking back at you, her expression so priceless, our love for her grew

the way she smiled, her world was so bright

It was as if God had shown us his light

Her feature,her lips her eyes

Her family resemblance, so kind

She is a spitting image trapped In time

Her chuckle was like her secret she keeps from the world, she maybe only 8 weeks, but She's grandma's precious girl!

Written by Georie Saunders

Inspired by Daisy Paige

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FLY THE COOP

Sophia,

You're such an amazing soul, and now 22!

The world is your oyster, There’s nothing you can't do.

Your parents have done their role. you're headed on the right path.

They made sure to teach you important things like reading and math!

They have shown you new experiences like music and food.

They have always taught you to be polite and not rude!

It's your turn to leave the nest and fly the coop.

You're old enough to avoid this vicious loop.

I'ts up to you to carve your future from rock.

I know how hard it is to punch the clock.

Life is made up of twist n and turns

The pages in this book of life are your only concern!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY SOPH!

2024

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DEKALB KIDS

PART 4

A 4 part expression of personal reflection

In DeKalb's streets, we ruled the night

Townies, united, with hearts alight

Mini Thins and coffee, our trusty fuel

Around the Clock, the J, our gathering cool

We strolled up and down Lincoln Highway's beat

Seeking parties, shenanigans to repeat

Avoiding Crazy Lisa, Bible in hand

As we navigated the student center, our planned route to stand

303 Campus View, our meeting ground

Laughter, memories, forever bound

A makeshift family, found in need

DeKalbians, a bond that time won't deeds

My dad passed, I left in '96's fade

Returned in '98, with memories displayed

DeKalb taught me life, growth, and strife

Treasured moments, forever my life

Though time and space may take us far

DeKalb's memories remain, shining like a star

I think of you daily, my friends so dear

Cheers to DeKalbians, our bond forever clear!

Written by Georie Saunders

Inspired by frienships that last a life time

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Living w MSA

Multiple System Atrophy

It hits everyone differently

Theres,an expectation of fatality

Its simply my reality

Time spent in this prison and not free

I can't believe this how it has to be

Its progression is quick, always comes in three.

Bodys neuropathy,constant state of freeze

Balance and posture a problem wouldn't you agree?

Written by Georie Saunders

Inspired by time 2024

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Dekalb "KID'S"

Part 3 of 4

Nights at Remo's, McCabe's, or Bottle Store too,

Dancing to beats, our spirits burn true..

American Liquors, waiting for the forbidden beer,

Adult agrees to break the law, the cops are clear..

Top floor of the parking garage, our secret place,

Dancing under stars, this was our space..

Scott's convertible, wind in our hair,

Rding with Katie, Kelly, NOFX blasting, without a care..

Trouble was near, but we ran free,

Always finding ways, to plant our seed..

$7.99 Keystone, our treasure found,

Cheto or pink Flimingo, adventures unbound..

DeKalb nights, our youth on fire,

Memories etched, our hearts desire..

Freedom and fun, our only guide,

In the 90s, kids ran free, just along for the ride..

Written by Georie Saunders

Inspired by Dekalb in the 90s.

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"PANTS"

A bond of twenty years, a friendship true,

Jane, my sister, my heart belongs to you.

From salads to adventures, we shared our days,

Creating memories never to fade away..

In a house of Keiths, our journey began..

Discovering our twin dads, and Uncle Moose's clan.

Our siblings' similarities, a bond really took hold,

Sisters in every sense, both young and old..

With open heart and mind, Jane embraced all,

Leaving a mark on lives, always answers your call..

Her kindness, wit, and silly songs so free,

Infectious laughter, a joy to see..

But there was one thing, she coldn't let slide,

Pants, oh how she hated them, with a deep passion inside.

Free-spirited Jane, with a heart so light,

Lived life on her terms, this was her fight..

And then there were lemons, a love so true,

Jane's zest for life, was inspired by them, too...

Her passion for laughter and outlook on life,

Kept janes fire burnin bright..

Friday night crimes, our partner in deed,

Together we'd solve, with a friendship creed.

Best friends forever, in every sense,

Jane, my partner, my heart's essence..

In 2009, a question, a story to share,

Jane's best and worst, a single answer to spare..

Her ability to befriend, a gift so rare,

A legacy of love, beyond compare..

Jane, oh Jane, your impact remains,

Countless friendships, memories that sustain..

Lessons of love, empathy, and joy you taught,

A shining star, that will never be caught..

Rest in peace, dear Jane, your memory stays,

A testament to love, that never fades away..

In our hearts, your spirit will forever roam,

A celebration of life, a friendship called home..

Jane, my sister, my heart belongs to you,

From salads to adventures, we shared our days,

Creating memories that never fade away..

In a house of Keiths, our journey began,

Discovering twin dads, and Uncle Moose's clan.

Our siblings' similarities, a bond took hold,

Sisters in every sense, young and old..

With open heart and mind, Jane embraced all,

Leaving a mark on lives, standing tall..

Her kindness, wit, and silly songs so free,

Infectious laughter, a joy to see..

In 2009, a question, a story to share,

Jane's best and worst, a single answer to spare..

Her ability to befriend, a gift so rare,

A legacy of love, beyond compare..

Jane, oh Jane, your impact remains,

Countless friendships, memories that sustain..

Lessons of love, empathy, and joy you taught,

A shining star, that will never be caught..

Rest in peace, dear Jane, your memory stays,

A testament to love, that never fades away..

In our hearts, your spirit will forever roam,

A celebration of life, a friendship called home..

Written By Georie Saunders.

Inspred by lost smiles- IN MEMORY "Jane Keating'' R.I.P

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Dekalb "KID'S" Poem

Part 2 of 4

In Dekalb's vibrant 90's scene,

A crew of 20, wild and carefree

303 Campusview, our hangout spot,

Diversions, where shows were humid and hot.

Kegs and Eggs, a morning delight,

NIU's Homecoming game, a disappointing sight.

9pm Pizzas from Pag's, a food coma fate,

Beer Nuggets, the exclusive snack, can't wait.

Cornfest and Parents' Weekend, college pride,

Memories etched, forever inside.

Storming the Tower, a daredevil's thrill,

Kishwaukee River's waters, beware, where the waters still..

The Twombly house burned down one fiery night.

Greeks they clashed, restaurants ablaze, in a bitter fight.

BBQ Jerry's flavors,

Crazy Lisa's grin, bible in hand,

Scott Pasture's laughter, keystone in a can..

Around the Clock Coffee, Junction's fries delight.

Shawn Beck, the teaser, Frat boys they fight.

Miles Gillott, a friend, forever in our hearts,

A bond so strong, though some have fallen apart.

Otto's and Stanley's, beer pong, and cheer,

Pounding drinks, making memories, year after year,

We walked everywhere, with little to no dough,

Drinking, smoking, chiefing, our spirits aglow.

Though some are lost, and others we hold tight,

Our Dekalb crew, forever shining bright.

In the 90's haze, our youth, our prime,

A time capsule, of memories, sublime.

Written By Georie Saunders

Inspired by the best friends

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DEKALB "KIDS"

PART 1 OF 4

Dekalb, Illinois, where the excitement goes to die But hey, $14 rent, thanks, Dad, I'll survive.

I was bored out of my mind, a zombie in disguise.

Until I stumbled upon a rave crew, and it opened my eyes.

Danny and Raul, my new partners in crime.

We rocked Adidas and JNCO's we were in our prime.

We cruised down RT 47, with the music loud and proud.

To see Tony the Man, the one with some loud!

After Tony's pit stop, we were thrilled w delight.

To meet the rest of the crew, and party all night.

We pulled into the gravel drive, and what did we see, a hacky sack circle with kids in phat pants, just like me!

Wow! there appears to be some girls in this crew, it's so nice to see!. These girlsl stood alone wild and free.

We entered the screen door, and oh, the smell did abound.

Hair bleach and stale weed, a potent combo, smell that's per found.

Two boys descended from the loft, from above.

I think I could take these kids, if push came to shove.

I met Adonis, their leader, the king of the throne.

A man of mystery, truth be told.

The night soon filled with weirdness as we watch the night unfold.

The circle grew, and so did my confusion.

The crew were not of the norm for which they're choosing.

Jordan, Seth, Lee Shawn, Brian, and Scott, oh my. This crew of devients led by one guy

I tried to keep track, but it was like a game.

New faces emerged, and names got lost in the flame.

The evening wore on, and the circle got wide.

I was just trying to survive, with my sanity inside.

It's time to spark one up and pass it around.

Adonis was a DJ as the bass begins to pound!

Just as the sun dipped low, the beats started to rise,

A new face emerged, with a sly, knowing guise.

Hi, my name is John he said with conviction and pride.

I told him my name, which was the truth, no reason to lie.

"Let's step outside," he said, "it's too loud in here!"

We played the separation game, year by year.

Turns out we both knew Megan, the pre-raver queen

A lost girl, obsessed with our" DJ scene."

"Test her knowledge," he said, with a sly little grin.

Not knowing your past parties is a cardinal sin.

"Let's see if she's has knows her shit! Turns out she has no clue, not one bit.

Megan, the wannabe, trying to fit the mold.

A follower, not a leader, with a story yet untold.

She claimed to know the DJs and the tracks they'd play, but when we quizzed her hard, she faded away.

She knew the basics, but that's where it ends, no depth, no insight, just a surface-level trends.

She wanted to be part of the crew, to fit in with the crowd.

But when it came to the real deal, she was just a pretender obnoxious and loud!

Megan, the party girl, ended up on the floor one night.. Kids scattered around sleeping, it was quite the sight.

A night to remember, or so she'd roar

But Megan skills in the sack =A total bore!

Denise by her side, since Megan couldn't drive.

A duo of damsels, in a party-induced haze, kept alive.

John says here is what really took place: telling the story i had the look of awe upon my face.

Entered John, the slick one, with an Eddie Munster flair!

Rebel without a cause, not even a care.

He leaned in close, and Megan's heart skipped a beat

Under the spell of Jonny, his alter ego, he did not retreat

I was cornered, and the questioning began

"Tony, Tony, did you see him?" What was the plan?

Too late for another trip, I was off the hook.

I hopped in, and we cruised down the road like a getaway crook.

But then Jack's Oldsmobile beckoned and we were off to scoop up another.

Please stop at mc D's because I'm hungry hell, haven't had supper.

Eric was the mission, next stop, let's go!

This was another guy i did not know.

Ugh, who is this guy?! Annoying doesn't even begin to describe,

a rambling idiot, no off button, my sanity divides.

Five minutes in the car, felt like an eternity ride.

I needed an escape, before I lose my mind.

We ditched the wheels and hit the streets,

like kids of today we drummed to a different beat.

its a miracle we stayed out of trouble or committing a crime,

we'd all be facing a judge and paying a fine

Just 15 youth in the street's terrorizing the town.

we all headed for a party, we all said that were down.

As a crew, we made our move.

Not a care in the world with nothing to prove.

No more solo rides with Mr. Motor Mouth!

He stayed at the house, we kicked him out

his stories all bullshit and lies

I was finally free, there's nothing to hide.

it's just me being me. Ugh, who was that guy?!

Annoying doesn't even begin to describe

A rambling idiot, no off button, all he spews are all lies.

Five minutes in the car, felt like an eternity ride.

I needed a break before I lose my mind.

He fabricated everything, which is no surprise.

Written By Georie Saunders

Inspired by 1st encounter of My Crew! Circa 95"

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Thick as Thieves

Steve, my cousin, my partner in crime,

My best friend, my brother, my confidant in time.

We shared our secrets, our laughter, our tears,

Together forever, through all our fears.

We roamed the streets of Carpentersville, wild and free,

With our friends, our crew, our family.

We plotted adventures, mischief in our eyes,

Bill and Ryan, our rivals, our nemesis in disguise.

Kemper Woods, our sanctuary, our hideaway,

Where we'd smoke our cigarettes, dream our dreams away.

Jimmy Stevens, always up for a thrill,

Together we'd conspire, our bond unbreakable still.

Scout troop 54, St. Stephen's church was our base,

Jimmy, Steve, and I, a trio of mischief makers in pace.

We explored, we learned, we grew, side by side,

Our friendship forged, our memories inside.

July 21st, marks a special day,

The 9th anniversary of your passing away.

Though you're no longer here, your memory stays,

In my heart, in my mind, in every way.

Steve, my cousin, my friend, my heart,

You'll always be with me, never to depart.

In memories, in spirit, you'll forever stay,

My partner in crime, my best friend, every day.

Written By Georie Saunders

Inpired by Steve Bowens anniversary

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Standing Tall

Here lies a man who stood tall and proud. His love was felt, his laughter loud.

Dons true joy came from family and friends. Always there to help, it was his hand to lend..

Knowing is big siss, was only a call away they would rant about current events, or back in the day..

His world came crashing down, the day he lost his Char..

A few years have passed, yet he still carries the scar..

Everything overwhelmed him, the house the pool and the yard..

Don't get him started on his wife and all her shit she fails to discard..

It was true the woman lived to shop, she had a good eye for fasion, just didnt know when to stop..

Work was the same day after day..

The weeks blend together, and the works not worth the pay..

Oww! My back, my neck, my leg .. I gotta get back in the gym and work out instead..

Dear Lord, Thanks for my new friends!

They are honest and loyal to the core..

The pretty one, even brings me food from the store.

No Really my buddy has been there for me.

Shes my tech spport there whenever i need.

His new appreciation for anything Claw...

He upgraded his tastes, no longer craved beer

Losing his taste buds, was his biggest fear, that and biden in office another 4 years..

In all fairness, i ve never met anyone such as Don and doubt i ever will again.. So here to you, our protector and friend.

WEĹ MISS YOU DONALD!

written by Georie Saunders

Inspired by tragedy 2024