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Passing Time

What causes us to feel hungry you would believe people wouldn't why do some people become chunky while others eat a lot and couldn't why do we feel sleepy you would conceive we wouldn't be tired I pleasure in being speedy I am confused with it being required why do we feel discomfort such as pain and sorrow I need to feel comfort so I gaze forward to morrow why am I in question there must be reasons is my query for concession just time to pass the seasons

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Lindsay Laurie

Date: 11/19/2020 4:44:00 PM

G’day Angela … I guess when we see people different to us, we start a whole range of questions. I enjoyed your rhyming Angela - good job - Lindsay

Angela Crabtree
Date: 11/19/2020 5:57:00 PM

Thank you, Lindsay :)

Silent One

Date: 11/19/2020 7:01:00 AM

Nice rhymes Angela, we all have many questions, sometimes we find the answers, sometimes we do not.. I always enjoy the messages in your words..

Angela Crabtree
Date: 11/19/2020 5:57:00 PM

Thank you, Silent One :)

Paul Callus

Date: 11/19/2020 5:30:00 AM

Angela, you ask questions because you are keen on learning and understand life. You say:"I pleasure in being speedy"; I take it that your mind is always on the go and you hate wasting time. (I stand to be corrected:)) Regards // paul

Angela Crabtree
Date: 11/19/2020 5:56:00 PM

Thank you, Paul. You're 100% correct. My mind is always busy and yes I do hate wasting time ;)