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Some people are never happy unless they are complaining about something.
Makes me wonder if they have some kind of cult somewhere that we don't know about.
Great words, Charlotte. Very easy for me to relate to. Poetry as a comfortable chair.
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LoveAs calm as a pondNot crowded with Ducks that Quack and wade, Nibbling at grubs That aren't under The mud.