Its time...
Time to hang up the gloves and put away the shingle. Am I angry, does it matter? No. Nothing will change and nor will there be any opportunity to, that was all I wanted.
I have lost so often in my life that I am numb from the recounting.
Am I speaking poetry to the taxman? Yes. Right person, right place, wrong time. 'nuff said.
bless and god keep you.
Obi obstinate no more.
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Hang in there. There's always sun after the rain.
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