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Weight loss, going, no
sticks and stones.
Down to high school weight,
skin and bones.

Loss of weight,
but no muscle tone,
so flabby skin
and a prosperous one.

Life is good,
It's what they say.
If it's that great,
why did it go away?

"Good question"
said the voice.
"Count your blessing,
then rejoice."
"What are you smoking?"
is what I said.
"Are you still confused,
in your head?"

All the fears of
the coming morrow,
will manifest today
and be here tomorrow.

Not just another day,
of forgiving,
like so much of the past.
Tomorrow is for living.

So little time left,
according to them.
If I roll over,
I may not be back again.

Fight the good fight,
is what I must do,
staying strong.
How about you?

There is no point,
in surrendering an act.
If you stay strong,
it will become a fact.

Life is strange,
that's for sure.
Work hard in life,
if you are to endure.

Don't be too serious,
enjoy your life's gain.
You'll be happier,
even when it will rain.

An important event this Fall.
no matter what party, we need to
return to some Civility. We are all
citizens of this great country and need to
return to the time where compromise wasn't
a dirty word. Do the common good for the
citizens.

Pain and suffering,
impossible to measure,
not quantifiable, but
still present in our daily lives.

When all your yesterdays,
have moved into tomorrow.
When all the joys you had,
have turned into sorrow,

memories are fleeting passion,
while all the sadness,
in our hearts and lives,
is no longer still in fashion.

I find myself,
wanting to be alone.
I'm OK talking about it,
but do not want sympathy.

Please leave me alone.
What you are talking about,
don't doesn't matter.
Not anymore.

Up and about,
in a recovery mode.
I love to track back,
they said, "Stay off the road."

You can't be walking,
without a card.
I said, "What's next?"
"Stay out of my yard."

I love you.
Words said in the night,
to drive off the fear,
and fight the good fight.

Stay strong is your choice,
to be there when you need,
and avoid the fear,
which comes when you cede.

Sleeping at night,
under the stars,
maybe a realization of,
who you are, Venus or Mars.

Is that important,
not, at this time,
when you are writing
about a very thin dime?

To find a new life,
in this jaded world, ours,
in this adventure's
journey to the stars