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MorningStar Member
since 2009-10-26
Posts 290Pittsburgh, Pa 
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Looking up from the ditch where I came to rest I think to myself... Hmm... Perhaps I should have gone left Drowning my sorrows in a pint of chocolate fudge I think to myself... Man... Should have seen that one coming Wiping off the egg that's running down my face I think to myself... Yeah... That could have gone better Rubbing the knot on my head from that same brick wall I think to myself... Umm... Maybe that really won't work Tallying my victories and cutting my losses I think to myself... Sooo...this is hindsight "I'll tell you how the sun rose A ribbon at a time..." - Emily Dickinson [This message has been edited by MorningStar (04-21-2011 12:18 AM).] |
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katahdin Senior Member
since 2010-07-01
Posts 1196ME. In the Shadow of the Mt. |
Nicely done, enjoyed! Kat >^..^< ~*~ To live is to love, to love is to live ~*~ |
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Kaoru
since 2003-06-07
Posts 3892where the wild flowers grow |
Think you meant "losses," but this was nice. Hindsight ... ahh, I totally dislike it, but I still haven't managed to plan out each and every life experience to consider that little detail. Hindsight, maybe it leads to wisdom, who knows? |
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JerryPat2 Member Laureate
since 2011-02-06
Posts 16975South Louisiana |
Eventually we come to understand and adjust. Cute way of putting it here, MorningStar. ~ Don't insult the alligator till after you cross the river. ~ |
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