Running away from the right thing to do,
When the wrong thing has found acceptance...
Just delays those installment payments of blood.
Pretending not to see what is obvious,
Comes with a pinch
Until that wince turns into a scream.
And that first flinch from wincing,
Becomes a nightmare no one dreamed!
All which is promlematic, and is not addressed as seeds Will surely manifest as poison growth with problem needs L.S.>>>Words of wisdom from a pen that flows so weetly..Solid succinct quilling! F.J.R.
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