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A Waiting Game

Life between the highs and lows Is stable, or one would suppose, Yet that might not be true at all – When high, you’re waiting for the fall. And naturally, when you are low, There is no way for you to know How long until your saddened state Will vanish, so again you wait. So life becomes a waiting game. If being stable is your aim, When on a high, I’d answer hah! When low, more likely, I’d say bah!

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Date: 7/13/2025 2:12:00 PM
I can relate big time with hubby and his cancer treatment but that said we never dwell on it and are looking forward to our 'holiday' in liverpool! hugs jan xx
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