#112 Slippery LamentationAugust 17, 2018
Life is a journey.
Like a breeze across the meadow.
Gently ruffling the grass,
whistling by its blades.
Life is an adventure.
Like a rock that rolls down the hill.
except when it crashes into a tree.
Life is a gift!
Like warm slippers on a cold morning.
the comfort of your footsies.
My warm slippers...
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