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Each morning I look through my drawers Looking for what outfit would best  Suit me for the day.  I see anger, cynicism, pride, and crankiness. I see sadness, frustration, and entitlement. Then at the bottom of the drawer I see humility.  One of my least favorite pairs of Tight-fitting pants - ones I've gained  Too much weight to wear comfortably.  Yet, after careful deliberation Something inside me knows I must choose To wear them, even if they don't fit. I may not look right, And passersby may get a good chuckle, But I know you will reward me with ones That fit much better:  strength, confirmation, Restoration, and establishment.  All of which require a big leather belt.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
Tight Pants
Each morning I look through my drawers Looking for what outfit would best  Suit me for the day.  I see anger, cynicism, pride, and crankiness. I see sadness, frustration, and entitlement. Then at the bottom of the drawer I see humility.  One of my least favorite pairs of Tight-fitting pants - ones I've gained  Too much weight to wear comfortably.  Yet, after careful deliberation Something inside me knows I must choose To wear them, even if they don't fit. I may not look right, And passersby may get a good chuckle, But I know you will reward me with ones That fit much better:  strength, confirmation, Restoration, and establishment.  All of which require a big leather belt.
austin-bauer
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 11:05 PM UTC
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