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In Between Meals

In between meals Eye am a writer and eye have discovered my mind is to busy on things that may not matter much to ewe or the endless pursuit of my happiness. The people eye have in my meetings do not always do what eye want them to this is especially time consuming and very much a melody to add to all m y memory of the day and the poetry and the fun. We aer all in between the meals and so busy with our own stuffins eye have decided to make this wonderful thing to sing of all our souls and the reason that you are smiling now is because of they way this old man writes in syllables and dandylions added. eye write the things that moves me to add words upon the paper and it may soon seem silly but this gets better and so much better the flowing pen of jargon and the added appendages and the endless rhyme and schemeing thing. A busy mind is a happy thing and nothing wrong with that all of the ewe stay busy doing that.

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