my grandkids dont know how to sign their own names. its a shame really. bring it back
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JUAN PABLO
2 years ago
HOORAY
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Brayden Bookshar
2 years ago
I love cursive. #TEAMCURSIVE
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Luke Stanley
2 years ago
Cursive
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Devin Shevlin
2 years ago
Yup
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Mike Hill
2 years ago
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kids these days only know how to type on their phones. cursive is a lost art form. #bringitback
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Max Gromoll
2 years ago
I think this a fabulous idea by my peer Colby Herron.
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Colby Herron
· petition starter
2 years ago
So inspiration. Beautiful song!
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mason hunter
2 years ago
yes
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Guerin Gardner
2 years ago
Cursive handwriting is so sexy
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Greyson Nicholls
2 years ago
Cursive is so fun and I was so sad to here this that I wrote a country song......
Well, I woke up this mornin', sun in the sky,
With my old boots on, and a tear in my eye,
I've been workin' this land, for as long as I know,
In this little ol' town, where the wild rivers flow.
(Chorus)
I'm a country soul, with a heart of gold,
In this small-town life, where the stories are told,
With my guitar in hand, and the wind in my hair,
I'll sing my country song, like I just don't care.
(Verse 2)
There's a rusty old truck, parked out in the yard,
It's been through thick and thin, but it's never lost its heart,
And that porch swing creaks, as the days roll on by,
With the sweet southern breeze, under the endless blue sky.
(Chorus)
I'm a country soul, with a heart of gold,
In this small-town life, where the stories are told,
With my guitar in hand, and the wind in my hair,
I'll sing my country song, like I just don't care.
(Bridge)
There's a jukebox at the diner, playin' those old tunes,
Where the folks gather 'round, dancin' under the moon,
And I'll tip my hat to the stars up above,
In this country life, I've found my true love.
(Verse 3)
Well, there's cornfields and hay bales, as far as you see,
With a church on the corner, where we all find our peace,
And on Saturday nights, at the county fair,
We'll two-step 'neath the stars, without a worry or care.
(Chorus)
I'm a country soul, with a heart of gold,
In this small-town life, where the stories are told,
With my guitar in hand, and the wind in my hair,
I'll sing my country song, like I just don't care.
(Outro)
So here's to the simple life, where the heart finds its way,
In this country song, let's all sing today,
With the love of the land, and the friends that we hold,
In this country life, we'll never grow old.
my grandkids dont know how to sign their own names. its a shame really. bring it back
HOORAY
I love cursive. #TEAMCURSIVE
Cursive
Yup
kids these days only know how to type on their phones. cursive is a lost art form. #bringitback
I think this a fabulous idea by my peer Colby Herron.
So inspiration. Beautiful song!
yes
Cursive handwriting is so sexy
Cursive is so fun and I was so sad to here this that I wrote a country song...... Well, I woke up this mornin', sun in the sky, With my old boots on, and a tear in my eye, I've been workin' this land, for as long as I know, In this little ol' town, where the wild rivers flow. (Chorus) I'm a country soul, with a heart of gold, In this small-town life, where the stories are told, With my guitar in hand, and the wind in my hair, I'll sing my country song, like I just don't care. (Verse 2) There's a rusty old truck, parked out in the yard, It's been through thick and thin, but it's never lost its heart, And that porch swing creaks, as the days roll on by, With the sweet southern breeze, under the endless blue sky. (Chorus) I'm a country soul, with a heart of gold, In this small-town life, where the stories are told, With my guitar in hand, and the wind in my hair, I'll sing my country song, like I just don't care. (Bridge) There's a jukebox at the diner, playin' those old tunes, Where the folks gather 'round, dancin' under the moon, And I'll tip my hat to the stars up above, In this country life, I've found my true love. (Verse 3) Well, there's cornfields and hay bales, as far as you see, With a church on the corner, where we all find our peace, And on Saturday nights, at the county fair, We'll two-step 'neath the stars, without a worry or care. (Chorus) I'm a country soul, with a heart of gold, In this small-town life, where the stories are told, With my guitar in hand, and the wind in my hair, I'll sing my country song, like I just don't care. (Outro) So here's to the simple life, where the heart finds its way, In this country song, let's all sing today, With the love of the land, and the friends that we hold, In this country life, we'll never grow old.