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Aug 2016
My body forces me to sit,I talk a little less,I try to think of tomorrow NOT what I coulda,woulda,shoulda done.

Even when restless I remain focused,maybe today possibly tomorrow,always getting it right ,no slouch never a doubt,possibilities are endless when always moving forward.

Brighter lights need more energy the fuel is often from the soul, concentrations of calculations often leave me lacking, the simpler rhythms an easierο»Ώ goal,there can be no detection show no rejection. IT'S FOR THE CHILD.    R.C.
This was done yrs. back fitting for this week,my daughter is leaving for college this week :) this was done during a time when I was dealing with long term & short term memory issues and custody and a lot of social workers :( I truly had to fake being "well" took A LOT of notes :)  went from busy 24/7 to sitting at home and a single DAD was also foreign,finding NEW power was my only goal. "peace takes Practice" thanks for reading . Rick
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wichitarick  wichita Kansas
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