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Roses are redsky, Violets are bluesky, You can always trust Starsky, To pull Hutch out of the dumpsky! Here comes the salad that Portia warned me about! Ouch! But where did you find wax fruit! Has someone found an old prop from the 70’s? That stuff never goes bad! Hope I at least made you <g> Where is my broom… -
Blue Eyes, Blues as a clear sky, Blues as the Ocean in the tropics, Blues as a lost soul without him. Gentle Heart, Gentle touch to heal, Gentle as the tender lover, Gentle as a friend’s love for him. Blond hair, Blond the color of wheat, Blond the color of a Palomino in the sun, Blond the color of a… -
The eyes, They are the window to the soul, Or so I have been told. His are blue, Clear and bright, Sapphire blue like the night. They looked through me, into my soul, His seemed icy cold. But then he smiled, It lit up my night, And seemed to make everything all right. I dared to put out my hand,… -
Though they may squabble and fight, There is only one place for Starsky’s counterpart. Because when he is up or he is down, Only to Starsky can Hutch relate. To take on one is to attack the other, Only they can pick on one another. So if these two you ever chance to meet, Tread lightly or you may meet,… -
Writing Assignment # 2 This was written as a challenge to write a story from a Beatles Song. Hutch was smiling to himself as he stood over the unconscious perp thinking, No use reading rights to this guy for a while. Just then the sound of squealing tires, as they came to a halt at the end of the alley, brought him…