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The More Things Change…

The patterns of life vary Live, die Dirty, clean Fight, negotiate Work, play Simple patterns that you see every day   She was walking along, not really paying too much attention to what was going on around her. Not that … Continue reading

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Precarious Position – Day Fifteen

There was not much that she could do, The world was far too eager for her to quit. Her life was always waiting to screech boo!   Her mind was quick and full of wit, But most of the time … Continue reading

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