Deal with the cards that you hold, We are always told. I do not want to get old, I am not getting sold into this idea of going quiet into the sunset, I will beat my drums, follow my dreams and as it seems, I have the means to live forever, if I can stop the time.
I am fine, for now, but all that reap what you sow without the know-how, not being too raw, but in the mighty maw of my cat saying meow-meow, it is just a draw between my emotional seesaw and the feather of that crow that was siting on the roof of my house, chasing the additional mouse.
I like that crow, it is keeping the naughty pigeans away, but hey, they do say Hi, January through May, bye, catcher in the rye style, smile of an angel, the devil is in the details, the tails of that cat and rabbit are throwing me out of habit, and I would like to stay, to fight another day, it is not what you say, but how you draw the sword from the stone, muscle and bone, not deaf, the tone of the inner music is too loud again too loud, the cloud that covered my mind during my sleep, last night, went away without a fight, out of sight, that earbug was there repeating itself the whole day, but hey, I said for the second time today, can you listen to the sound of a single hand clapping?
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