IfI wereto writeevery dayfor onehundred days,would my soulbe purged ofthis malaise;is it a thingto be dredged,dragged up –twistedand tiedlike tatteredbed sheetsknottedtogether;is therea remedyfor thisscourge;or is thisan inherentrestlessness,a fiery bluespark of eternalangst ignitingpassion – a callto write? (Originally posted February, 2017. Image my own)
In my interesting years as a youth, i did just that!
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Lol. Come to think of it, my daughter did too.
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Lol
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Love this, lol😁
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Thanks, lol.
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It’s so true😁
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Ha ha ha! I know my line the next time my husband suggests breakfast in bed!
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Lol…
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LOL! 😀
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