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My blithe observation, whether I'm in the box or out, Don't twist yourself out of whack, There's nothing you lack. Case in point: You're not gettin' out alive, Just make it count, for the time being, you're gonna survive. The roundest peg, never fittin' in a square hole, Inside and outside, yet never quite appropriately positioned. Try hard, try not, try just enough or don't try at all. One foot in and the other is always out, Put it in, and shake it, but don't shake it all about. Stinky clics and cordial how-do-you-do's, Making no mistakes about it. A circle of trust is one thing, But the other is the group in which you don't belong, Lessons learned, so don't try so hard, But just keep on singin' your own song. Fortune and fame have their own misalignments to declare. Misinformation, deception and compromise, They too, will all someday meet their own demise. Running the straight and narrow, whatever it is you're called to do, Make no mistake about it, Just remember - to thine own self, be true.
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:48 PM UTC
My Life's Observations
My blithe observation, whether I'm in the box or out, Don't twist yourself out of whack, There's nothing you lack. Case in point: You're not gettin' out alive, Just make it count, for the time being, you're gonna survive. The roundest peg, never fittin' in a square hole, Inside and outside, yet never quite appropriately positioned. Try hard, try not, try just enough or don't try at all. One foot in and the other is always out, Put it in, and shake it, but don't shake it all about. Stinky clics and cordial how-do-you-do's, Making no mistakes about it. A circle of trust is one thing, But the other is the group in which you don't belong, Lessons learned, so don't try so hard, But just keep on singin' your own song. Fortune and fame have their own misalignments to declare. Misinformation, deception and compromise, They too, will all someday meet their own demise. Running the straight and narrow, whatever it is you're called to do, Make no mistake about it, Just remember - to thine own self, be true.
nancy-jo-whitmore
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Jan 12
Jan 12, 2026 at 5:48 PM UTC
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