blue berry song

Blue berries grow on,
Blue trees.
Red berries grow on,
Red trees.
Green berries grow on,
Green trees.
But yellow berries grow on,
Brown trees.

Kid, "But what color trees to orange berries grow on?"

Orange berries grow on,
No trees.

Blue berries grow on,
Blue trees.
Red berries grow on,
Red trees.
Green berries grow on,
Green trees.
But yellow berries grow on,
Brown trees.

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Composed by: Daniel Hanson, Andrew Hanson, Corey Hanson and Patrick Hanson.

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What I look like in my head......my profile pic is what I really look like...

for the sake of writing

i often write the title to my blog, then i will expend an enormous amount of time and energy trying to make the blog fit into the title. this time however i am going to be writing the blog first, then entitling it. i am also going to be typing the entire blog lowercase. i think it's pretty cool when people do that, so i'm gonna try it. if i mess up on the lowercase. forgive. i am new to this endevour. i hope i am successful. if i am not, if i forget, if the world breaks in half because of this great shock to the system, than i guess we'll know i am not meant to type like this. but thus far it is working out alright.

with my introduction out of the way, i can continue onto something. possibly it will be more entertaining than what i've written, thus far. perhaps it won't. will you come with me on this journey of mine, and follow me into the unknown and beyond? if so, continue reading as you have for the past few moments. if not, exit out of this page and hope that next time, if there is a next time, because you were able to recover from this time, that whatever you read, whether in my blog, which i doubt anyone would come back to a blog by someone who's writings turned them off, in someone else's blog, in a book, in a newspaper, which i don't make a habit of reading, on the internet, or anywhere else you may find literature to read, that you find it more enjoayable a read than this.

there. with both my introduction, and my introduction to my introduction out of the way, i can continue on as planned. now you may think that after all that, 'there must be a surprise ahead, else this odd guy wouldn't have been wasting his tiem with such a lengthy introduction and introduction to the introduction. well i am sorry to be the bearer of incredibly bad news, but i have no surprises planned for the ending of this blog. that however means nothing, seeing as how random thoughts often pop in and out of my head like that old game frogger, when the frog jumps across the street and river into one of five spots on the otherside, hopefully not the one with the croc, hopefully the one with the fly. however i don't want you to get your hopes up, because as random as i can be, there are many times when i can be equally non random. i was looking for the antonym of random, however i found none. that's why i said non random.

so to conclude this discussion of if or if not, and who or who not, and what and what not, I will say, simply, we cannot truly know what we aim to accomplish unless we know what we want to accomplish it for. in essence, if we are fighting for te sake of fighting, what reason is there to fight? however if we are fighting to protect someone we love, well then, we fight for a reason. if we aim to accomplish something great, with no motive, we are lost. if we aim to accomplish something great, for someone or something or God, well then and then only, are we truly accomplishing something great.

Listening

As I sit, listening to rain drops

Falling on the cobble stone street

As I stand looking out the window

Watching lightning fight

As I walk, under mighty oak trees

Water on my face

I listen to the birds chirp

I hear the bees sing

I know that I am growing,

Young!

As I sit, listening to rain drops

Falling on my head

As I stand, looking at the birds

Eating all the worms

As I walk, watching all the children

Running in their homes

I listen to the rain plop

I hear the grass sing

I know that I am growing,

Young!

I listen to the birds chirp

I hear the bees sing

I know that I am growing,

Young!

...the thoughts of 1:19am through...........

This is the place where someone would normally type a simple sentence to start off their blog, in which they hope someone will read. That wasn't a simple sentence, but it had a very simple truth to it. I do not do things normally and do not consider myself to be normal. Many people claim this, but fewer practice it. I'm homeschooled so I think I'm entitled to the claim. Honestly I do think I am, in many ways abnormal. Not in the fact that I stay up late. 1. I drive next to the yellow line. Not the white line. Most people are too scared, I think, to drive next to the yellow line, like is proper. 2. I wave at people while I drive. Although this may not be abnormal, where I live it seems to be becoming more so. 3. I'm not racist but I say things that some people think are meant racist. Normally someone would follow this up with some disclaimer explaining what that last line meant, or even delete that last line. I'm not normal. 4. I don't like chocolate. 5. I only like a selection of nuts and not in anything at all.6. I just like doing things differently than I see others doing them.

I hope everyone enjoyed reading this.

~Daniel Hanson