The one armed bandit is back at home.

To repair life’s aging he had far to roam.

Like a lot of us life takes its tool.

You just have to learn how to duck and role.

We all missed you while you weren’t here.

You were in our hearts some even shed a tear.

Thursday chats were not the quite same.

Lobo and Trap drove me insane.

Camper hiding under his bed.

Fearing Trina would slap him upside his head.

Good fun we had and had by all.

The only thing missing was the Bigguy call.

Take the time to heal and when you are feeling well.

Bring that golden hammer back and ring the pond bell.

Dan 3.14