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Bad Blood

From the north to the south the east to the west I strive to be at my best I might be the wisdom from the north The joy from the south I might be the sun from the east And the best from the west But I still have my flaws Dust i am and unknown is my fate I’m not blameless and many are my stains I might be the worst you have ever seen The least you want to hear from Or the annoying soul you detest But before you cast me out completely Remember You are not blameless. You have stains like mine. And your fate is unknown too.

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James Long

Date: 7/14/2020 3:30:00 PM

. 154 Words . Our Very Best . Yes, I am the raw vision, of my true, self wonton, and willing to succeed within this moment infinitely supported and surrendered to all of us, by our Creator! When I dance gratefully under the storms, all that I act upon, that is the hardest to accept about myself, within the mirror of this life, when I do, I am my very own savior. As I suck out, all of the yummy marrow of this life, sharing this with all others! I am the terror, lost when I am not, when, truly, I need for not! I am an ever-evolving creature of our Creator, mistakes, and all! "Saints," they say, can be no more, nor, do anything, more, or less, but; live for another, to share in no personal regrets for, themselves! Yes, just as much as I am willing to grow, as I let go, to learn, I am at my very best!