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Jan 2019
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I'm asking Myself why I'm Broke as ****....

Starting to feel as if this moment is Someone's Joke, "What's up........?"

Legs can't move, I'm Stuck.

I sound a little like What the ****, Chuck......

Got to Remind Myself to Grab Life by the *****, and Strut My Stuff.

Can't forget to Weave and Duck.......

Throw My Right Arm in the Air, Make a Fist,
and Pump that Wrist.....

Pump My Fist,
and Insist that I Don't Quit....

While shouting, I'm going to "Uh, Get" this *****.

I'm going to Scream, & Spit.......

Tell Myself "You've Got This ****."
Rowena
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Rowena  38/F/washington
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