Add More To You, And Your Kid's "Piggy Bank" !

Thank you all so very much, as family fans, to more than man me up, to help me sleep. Those sleeping pills, don't offer me, even the tick of the clock, for even a Cat of a chance of Human Form to sleep.

The simple song, and the simple sound of fan's blades best, in love's back-ground of creative oddities, I know offer more than words that can be said, at times.

Can your fan, not only help you sleep, but write as well, least even dream? Roll with it, spin with it, and more than win with it, little or big bro, with maybe little dough.

Ride with it, fly with it, but don't miss out of what doesn't have to be as unknown, for all your material days, that only offer you the norms best, if that.

Open doors where dreams are, but need not be, as what is there already first must be seen. You look at me, and then I look at you, and then of your back-ground too. What's beyond all this we need to see first, as time's voice is right, as your day looks like night, and your night looks like day, and the same old way or new to you, and of the other to, aren't fit for your whole ward-robe's of time's best, of times best fits, nor add-ons.

The all of known, and what's right for you, isn't right for me, has a right yes, to be. Yet still what is it, that more than of we that say we have, have not? What of all possibilities for even so called as me? The flesh offers new handshakes, of even beyond fan blades best, and prophetic possibilities with human-form or without, at times, sometimes offered best.

The question is now at time's favorite of best door, so we would hope, least you and you so called alone. I have my stuffed animals mommy, and latter, "I have my stuffed animals still, and a world of new simple made to life inventions". Noticed by me, and you, and those loved ones too, in our own but maybe yet still of some-what the same loving ways at times best.

The world never notices your fan that helps you sleep, nor those stuffed animals of such sentimental value of spirit that you still sleep with them even as a so called adult, so as to go beyond puberty's so called best!

Your into the world of plain and simple inventions, and better dream states, or what have you that more than work's for you, even though they have it too, of the so called same, but it's not the same.

Love takes over and that stuffed animal becomes more than a pillow, and the sound of that fan, more than a song at times. Offerings of the simple, and taken for granted to be as only money can buy, and not meant to be worth above that, just isn't working for me here.

It means more than the world to him though, it was more than gender rendered or surrendered out, to more than make sure, "For Keeps" sticks with loved one's to some known as odd help.

Give us more odd help, to help the so called normal step deeper into creativity's varieties of best of time's favorite doors. Grace offerings to objects, that the so called odd hang on to, and some will never even offer antique's value, but more of the unknown beyond the one priceless effect alone, or mere thought of the so called love of monies other so called friends, of word or deed that lead to riches, not of poors best value.

Values so called poor, and open simple child-like doors unto love and creativity's best offerings at times of which are offered but few are able to find it within themselves to go into, as the open doors to so called riches shine with gold alone, and objects so called priceless, but can be made better through the eyes of a child.

Now with only coins in his so called Piggy Bank, and duck tape of bottom as the, once plastic stopper, money don't get away hole is so called gone. Don't just and up and throw loves potentials for creative doors away.

Daddy, may I have another "Piggy-Back" ride? Put your "Piggy-Bank" down son, and I'll take you, on the ride of your life maybe! The kid say's why? You say, cause this pig isn't made of flesh, that only bleeds but can't break like glass.

Why did you buy that new carpet daddy? Remember I just spilled my milk on it and my glass didn't break, nor your glasses when you dropped them. Why don't they just make "Piggy Banks" out of nice soft rubber, like on that new ball you bought me. Why do you adults so much more fancy difficult even up on yourselves, with me, than you have too?

They do make rubber banks, son. Well, why don't we buy one from the money I saved up in this bank, so I could get another bank? This kid is of course one step or more than one step ahead of the parent, and has managed to keep it a secret better than the amount of money in his bank, thus far!

He already has managed to more than stash some bills into his pillow of zipper's best value. He's dad offers to buy him a rubber bank, and offers another "Pigggy-Back" of rides so called best, if the kid promises to let him spend more time with him. The parent is trying to more than buy time, the kid ventures to think ahead of the parent again, as time has a lower price on it's more than "Piggy-Bank-Head" at times.

He use to hear, "Let me sleep on it, and I'll get back to you real soon". Kids told this have there old banks of glass more than filled, at times, by the time that new rubber ball of a bank reaches their hands.

He doesn't know I want a bank of rubber, so I can sleep on it for real! It's hard to protect your money beyond paper as throw off of parents wishes best value, and put up with this supposedly what were suppose to value more than paper. Toilet paper is nice to have, and some paper monies as well.

Besides that of this, "It's difficult to make more use out of that which already is, beyond even a pillow of zipper's so called best, when your glass bank you can't even use to hug like a stuffed animal offers you, least use for a extra pillow.

My bank, my pillow, my this, my that, have to offer me more than this of or that, my parents only have, and even my toilet paper at times. I'll never tell how I've been able to suit that up better, then my so called hidden of best riches.