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Jul 23
I do not seek the darkness,
the low road, the negative
thoughts and deeds, the
follies of my fellow human
beings have no place with me.
What is truth and what is not,
opinionated talking heads
spewing and spreading doom
and gloom like peanut butter
on fresh white bread.
I prefer some strawberry jam
on my PBJs and feel-good
smiles afterwards. Not heart
burn and an upset stomach.
******* spread on bread,
fool me once, shame on me,
fool me twice and the hell with you.

I awoke this morning to sunshine,
and some positive thoughts of
things to come, what a difference
a day makes. 24 little hours.
Written by
Stephen E Yocum  M/North Western Oregon
(M/North Western Oregon)   
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