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Aug 2020
Today, what good can I do in the realm of all thinking beings?

I think
A little, like an experiment in thought,

Imagining, i.e.,
Id  estimated in time, Ai ai ai

If then
Joy…
As a power, a strength, maybe
Joy is a virtue, like
A good super
Mutated
Knack.

The Joy of YHWHHWHY is my
Strength to enjoy,
But secretly
Because
You envy, because you know

Normal people cannot live into their eighth decade
Happily, so
You think I am lying to you and I musta made a deal,
So happy am I

To tell you no lie. That was the deal.
Testing.
Ken Pepiton
Written by
Ken Pepiton  76/M/Pine Valley CA
(76/M/Pine Valley CA)   
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