There’s a river runs between us,you and I.Our thoughts, like tears, are liquidcarried effortlessly by the current. But you and I,we stand on the banks, oblivious;ignoring the connection,proudly touting our individualism. Still the river flows,and all you’ve suffered,and all I’ve suffered,or dreamed, or imagined, or hoped,flows with it. Step into the water with me,feel our […]
It may be foolish of me, at my age and in my current condition, but I hang on to the hope that the pain of this effort is leading somewhere: renewal, new purpose, or at the very least, a blossoming.
It is indeed a crime to dump alcohol, I’ll be around in the morning to pick up. Also I gather no relationships can be dumper here either 🙂
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Lol – might have to get there quick.
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On my way, glass in hand
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Yep, commas would be good 😉
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Uh huh…
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🙂
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That’s right. Dump that alcohol in my glass first, then give me the keys to your vehicle. You don’t want to drink & drive. 🤣🤣🤣
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lol!
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Always helpful 🙂
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Lol
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