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Voraciously Living Vicariously

I'll fasten my belt, but I won't let my beliefs buckle. I'll need more than luck, though it's sweet as honeysuckle. Good things start; well the path will get bumpy. No doubt I am strong, but we all need company. Most matters can be solved by the mind: it is the original power tool. It has its domain, as it grows it will prove me a fool. Inventions of the imagination are poor substitutes In reality, fantasy has its roots. The tree grows lofty while I sit in the branches sipping coffee. Looking down with a fantastic view, I think "These visions will do--in lieu of a real experience." Because watching everyone have a good time seems to suit me just fine.
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Jun 12, 2011
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