Puzzle
Life's little puzzle.
You sit there staring at it , in its box. So many pieces. But if you reach in grab a little piece and start working on it . After awhile, you stop seeing confusing pieces, they start showing a picture. The more you work on them little pieces it becomes clearer.
Soon all them little problem pieces start to make sense. And in the end becomes a beautiful picture.
How much work your willing to put into it the faster it comes together.
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