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Sep 2022
We don't control our own lives,
we pretend we do, but that is
merely a wishful self-deception.
Even human life happens not
unlike our riding a rollercoaster.
we are merely up and down
passengers with no control, on
board for the duration, at the
Whims of Fate, and recent
good maintenance of all the
equipment.
Written by
Stephen E Yocum  M/North Western Oregon
(M/North Western Oregon)   
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