Love Of Flying
Houston Texas I was there,
when war planes flew in the air.
Yes, an air show with fighter jets,
flying through the air on many bets.
Making it safely to the ground,
pilots landing with no frowns.
Taking photos with pilots
who flew,
Chucky posed smiling gracefully too.
Chucky at 75,
learned to fly.
Yes, he would leave a message
saying he was in the air,
flying over Krendoll island without a care.
How I wish he was still here,
like Jean for they both share.
The love of flying now Everywhere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.9,2011
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Love of Flying
Houston Texas I was there,
when war planes flew in the air.
Yes, an air show with fighter jets,
flying through the air on many bets.
Making it safely to the ground,
pilots landing with no frowns.
Taking photos with pilots
who flew,
Chucky posed smiling gracefully too.
Chucky at 75,
learned to fly.
Yes, he would leave a message
saying he was in the air,
flying over Krendoll island without a care.
How I wish he was still here,
like Jean for they both share.
The love of flying now Everywhere.
Written by Christina Sunrise on Feb.9,2011
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Triple Diamonds
When Chucky was alive, we had such a great time.
Gambling at all the casinos by the MN lakes,
Chucky bet five dollar machines, never high stakes.
At the Grand Casino Chucky was losing so I gave him my chair,
on that machine I prayed and I prayed,
for double diamonds, now I wish I would of stayed.
Seconds later the machine did spit out,
all bright colors and noise really loud
making everyone in their chairs turn about.
I sat on that chair while Chucky left to see,
see the casino’s 'cash pay out' employee.
That’s where he would get his big chunk of change,
getting it from the place that looks like a cage.
Now I wanted to take the next bus home,
and just leave Chucky all alone.
For he did say “Hey, it all goes in one pot”,
well I stayed I won more than alot.
I won back more money than Chucky won before,
but I wished it was all in one big fat score.
Now, that is my Grand Casino Story,
with all of it’s sadness and it’s glory.
Written on Feb.12,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Birds Bring Beauty
Birds, birds everywhere
flying through the sky without a care.
Reminding us how graceful life can be
as they fly from tree to tree.
Singing so very happily.
Singing songs of love and light
flying gracefully with delight.
Landing on their claws outstretched
landing in their straw filled nests.
Feeding their offspring worms from dirt
protecting them so they don't get hurt.
Pushing them to leave the nest
so they can fly like all the rest.
Flying high and flying low
they will be like their parents on the go.
Writenn by Christina Sunrise on June 18,2012
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Triple Diamonds
When Chucky was alive, we had such a great time.
Gambling at all the casinos by the MN lakes,
Chucky bet five dollar machines, never high stakes.
At the Grand Casino Chucky was losing so I gave him my chair,
on that machine I prayed and I prayed,
for double diamonds, now I wish I would of stayed.
Seconds later the machine did spit out,
all bright colors and noise really loud
making everyone in their chairs turn about.
I sat on that chair while Chucky left to see,
see the casino’s 'cash pay out' employee.
That’s where he would get his big chunk of change,
getting it from the place that looks like a cage.
Now I wanted to take the next bus home,
and just leave Chucky all alone.
For he did say “Hey, it all goes in one pot”,
well I stayed I won more than alot.
I won back more money than Chucky won before,
but I wished it was all in one big fat score.
Now, that is my Grand Casino Story,
with all of it’s sadness and it’s glory.
Written on Feb.12,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Emma Jean’s Free
Emma Jean is flying free,
flying over the fields of green,
For when she was on this plane,
she had to walk with a cane.
Now she’s free as free as can be,
with her beautiful colored wings.
Flying up through the trees,
She can see everything.
From colors bright to bold,
like pink, orange and gold.
Being a butterfly in the sky
she is so happy again in time.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.9,2011
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Cigarette Girl
“Cigarettes, cigarillo, cigars, ” I did say,
as cigarette smoke came my way,
Choking on the smoke from it’s tar,
I only liked the smell of the cigar.
I was a cigarette girl in the casino Mystic Lake,
I got a big tip in high stakes.
It was a $20.00 coin of red,
I had to cash it in before I left.
One day I met the piano man,
He introduced me to Chucky
a generous soul with a helping hand.
Chucky painted my props for my show,
He painted World War II planes a long time ago.
We gambled at this casino all summer long,
I would ride in his car listening to Frankie’s songs.
Cigarette girl job had to end,
I will always remember Chucky my dear old friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 22,2011
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Birds Live Peacefully
Birds, birds everywhere
flying through the sky without a care.
Reminding us how graceful life can be
as they fly from tree to tree.
Singing so very happily.
Singing songs of love and light
flying gracefully with delight.
Landing on their claws outstretched
landing in their straw filled nests.
Feeding their offspring worms from dirt
protecting them so they don't get hurt.
Pushing them to leave the nest
so they can fly like all the rest.
Flying high and flying low
they will be like their parents on the go.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on June 18,2012
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Emma Jean’s Free
Emma Jean is flying free,
flying over the fields of green,
For when she was on this plane,
she had to walk with a cane.
Now she’s free as free as can be,
with her beautiful colored wings.
Flying up through the trees,
She can see everything.
From colors bright to bold,
like pink, orange and gold.
Being a butterfly in the sky
she is so happy again in time.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.9,2011
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Hollywood 1996
1996 was the year I was with Chucky so dear.
In L.A. watching Independence Day flick, which is like every other shtick.
It was the year Margaux Hemmingway committed suicide,
it was from depression she could not hide.
I also ate at the famous restaurant Spago’s in Beverly Hills,
close to Wilshire Boulevard and it was a thrill.
I walked in wearing a short pink jump suite,
customers turned around because I was hot and cute.
Chucky was there with me without a care, he knew all of them stopped to stare.
Everyone was dressed in suites with a tie, they all looked the same, I don’t know why.
Then movie Star’s mansions we traveled to see, it was really fun taking pictures for vacation memories.
I also took workshops on filmmaking in the day, it was very interesting I have to say.
I saw Angelica Houston for the first time, I wrote a poem about her that really did rhyme.
I also bought a postcard for a movie starring Marilyn Monroe,
it was the movie Niagara where she became a star from this show.
Then at night we went to The Comedy Store,
Richard Pryor performed in a wheelchair his comedy routine,
He talked very dirty for his act was not very clean.
Now I will always remember this trip for it is etched in my mind,
Thank you Chucky for showing me a really good time.
Written on August 9,2011 by Suzae Chevalier
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Bing’s Clambake Golf Trophy
Precious gift that held Bourbon Whiskey for Bing,
'White Christmas' at Christmastime he did sing.
This gift is a “1972” trophy for golf,
I protect it in case it does get lost.
See when Chucky was alive,
he hung out with Bing
and they did all sorts of things.
Like boxing, going to the pool hall,
this was always in the city of St. Paul.
See Bing went into incognito,
never dressing up in a tuxedo,
but drinking he never did ditto.
See Chucky stopped drinking but Bing did not,
He said “Chucky, I’m going to drink every last shot”.
Including the Whiskey Bourbon made in Clermont Kentucky,
in the 31st Clambake Trophy I got from dear friend Chucky.
Since Chucky is gone the trophy has moved on,
to many places like my friend's Minneapolis condo.
I had it retrieved when a friend used a duplicate key,
to get it back in my possession for me.
Then Clambake Trophy I did lend,
to another longtime friend,
staying on a refrigerator in Wisc “cheeseland”,
Now I finally have Trophy back again,
reminding me of Bing and Chucky our friend.
Written on Feb.13,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Jim Defends Sue-z Q
Chairs go flying with the drinks,
chaos sets in and no one thinks,
For a second Jim was down,
with glasses on the ground.
Luckily Jim finally did get up,
with the help of Skunky chump.
Then of course Jim’s dear old foe,
turned to him and to let him know.
He was a boxer &
not to mess with him,
Boxer works out in the gym.
Now Jim really didn’t care,
and right then & there he did share,
“I love the drama”
he said out loud.
For Sue-Z his sweetheart,
he was proud,
to defend her to the end.
Jim was not a coward or a fool,
he would defend sweet Sue-Z Q
at any & every bar stool,
so think next time before you drool.
Written on Jan.28,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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Pilots take no special joy in walking. Pilots like flying.
quote by Neil Armstrong

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Flying
Forever is ending
But you see a deer
Love isn't bending
It's gone with the beer
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
Chains and the irons
Have fallen off of me
I am much much lighter
Everyone can see
And I know that I am feeling better
Suzi wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Singing so loudly
I'm drowning out the birds
Singing nothing special
Just any happy words
And I know that I'm feeling better
Sally wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm gliding
I'm soaring
I'm riding
I'm sweeping
I'm flying high
I'm flying
And I know that I am feeling better
Mary wants to love me so I'll let her
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
Ain't lying
No crying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
I'm flying
I'm flying
Look at me
I'm flying
I'm flying higher than ever before
song performed by by Rick Springfield

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Cigarette Girl
"Cigarettes, cigarillo, cigars, " I did say,
as cigarette smoke came my way,
Choking on the smoke from it's tar,
I only liked the smell of the cigar.
I was a cigarette girl in the casino Mystic Lake,
I got a big tip in high stakes.
It was a $20.00 coin of red,
I had to cash it in before I left.
One day I met the piano man,
He introduced me to Chucky
a generous soul with a helping hand.
Chucky painted my props for my show,
He painted World War II planes a long time ago.
We gambled at this casino all summer long,
I would ride in his car listening to Frankie's songs.
Cigarette girl job had to end,
I will always remember Chucky my dear old friend.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on September 22,2011
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Ta-shieka My Pup
Barking, barking your cute little bark,
I found you on a prayer and a lark.
You were a traveling runaway pup,
who jumped into trash cans
that's where you'ld end up.
Now, I’m so happy
you became my pet,
all those years I’ll never forget.
All the memories of running
in the fields,
like when I sprained my ankle
you kneeled at my heels.
Making sure I was home & safe,
I return the love in so many ways.
Now it’s sad that I was not with you,
if I would of known earlier
I would of flew,
flew up to see you.
One last precious time,
to say “I love you pup” and
my say last goodbye…
Written on Feb.4,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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San Fransico 1988
Year was 1988,
went to San Francisco
feeling really great.
Went over the Golden Gate Bridge,
seeing Alcatraz where the criminals
used to live.
Bought a t-shirt souvenir,
never did keep it after
all those years.
Later went to Reno but
did not gamble,
Boyfriend drank
Bloody Marys while
I drank ice-tea like Snapple.
We flew into Houston on
the way home,
Mother in law told
Us to leave cause
Boyfriend smoked pot
and got stoned.
It was a fun experience
Wish longer it did last,
but too bad, leave
it to an old hag.
Written by Christina Sunrise Feb.18,2011
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Louise Fletcher All Smiles
Year was 2005
I had fun, Jim was still alive.
We went to the Gulfstream Hotel,
I shot photos of celebrities-
I remember it well.
I shot the nurse from
The “One Who Flew Over the Coockoo’s Nest”,
Louise Fletcher was very happy,
she was at her best.
Later that night
we went to her new movie
preview showing,
I photographed Louise again,
she was glowing.
Now I still have photos
of her with fellow cast members,
they are shot in time so everyone
can remember.
Written by Christina Sunrise on March 31,2011
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Les Cigares Volants
We are here waiting
A few know this place
With our lens were looking
Scrutinize the space
Flying cigars
A given name for UFO:s
Flying cigars
Fire this one and watch the show
In the sky dancing
They are telling a story
Back and forward moving
An awesome scenery
Flying cigars
The coolest name for UFO:s
Flying cigars
Up in the sky, anything goes
Makes me high!
Turns me on!
There are some making loops
There are some spinning round
There are some caught in flames
And some land on the ground
Flying cigars
Give me a ride to Mars on these flying cigars
song performed by by Voivod

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Hollywood 1996
1996 was the year I was with Chucky so dear.
In L.A. watching Independence Day flick, which is like every other shtick.
It was the year Margaux Hemmingway committed suicide,
it was from depression she could not hide.
I also ate at the famous restaurant Spago's in Beverly Hills,
close to Wilshire Boulevard and it was a thrill.
I walked in wearing a short pink jump suite,
customers turned around because I was hot and cute.
Chucky was there with me without a care, he knew all of them stopped to stare.
Everyone was dressed in suites with a tie, they all looked the same, I don't know why.
Then movie Star's mansions we traveled to see, it was really fun taking pictures for vacation memories.
I also took workshops on filmmaking in the day, it was very interesting I have to say.
I saw Angelica Houston for the first time, I wrote a poem about her that really did rhyme.
I also bought a postcard for a movie starring Marilyn Monroe,
it was the movie Niagara where she became a star from this show.
Then at night we went to The Comedy Store,
Richard Pryor performed in a wheelchair his comedy routine,
He talked very dirty for his act was not very clean.
Now I will always remember this trip for it is etched in my mind,
Thank you Chucky for showing me a really good time.
Written on August 9,2011 by Suzae Chevalier
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Summer Of 95
Suntanned face with chiseled nose,
lanky body with skin aglow.
Little did I know,
We become fast friends on the go.
Yes, dancing, drinking till 2 am.
We became the best of friends.
That was the summer of 95,
We both turned 29.
On your birthday you rented a limousine,
Cruising down downtown Minneapolis making a scene.
This was the summer I worked at the casino
making alot of doe.
Chucky was also alive in summer of 95.
Now I digress and do confess,
This was a fun summer I do like best,
You even said I’m not like the rest…
that I’m not like I’m from the Midwest.
Maybe I’m more like a Jersey girl,
just need some more curly curls.
Thank you my Brazilian friend
we had fun up till the end.
Thansk for the memories
your secrets are safe with me.
Written on Feb.7,2011 by Christina Sunrise
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