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Nov 2018
His actions became blurry...
When he began to scurry!
Soon, I was in a flurry...
Resulting in blind fury!
I judged him in a hurry...
Also, I was the jury!
The question then begs...
Why pray, when I can worry?
Rebecca Schneider
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Rebecca Schneider  50/F/Texas
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