confused thoughts wrinkle my agenda in the morning, well pressed to do list together as the sun goes from east to west my demeanor falls north to south pressing forward, I the mule my life the wagon... hoping, wishing, to drop this excess baggage! I look up and beg seemingly always get what I need... Sign in to see full entry.
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