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The Robin knows the time of day, the time to stay, the time to fly. The story goes, or so they say this is the way to Lora Lai Pinch me once, pinch me twice or better yet, don't pinch me at all. Just do your best, defeat the test then grab the bar and never fall. Climb the rocky road to dreams. Jump for joy as you arrive. Keep your heart idled in gear with your head in overdrive. The journey, though long is gone in a flash What was, now isn't and what remains seems brash. Topsy-tervy we then pause. We rant, we rave, we analyze, We lip service poor advice from those who recognize That we like all the rest who flip and flop and flail, who complain, cry, yet fail; have the sign upon our door, - - -beware of fate- - - Ours is but to run the mile to shell the peas one at a time. Not to ask how many more buckets lie just beyond the door. And in the end it shall be said We did the best with time we had. Charles Henderson, Dec 24, 2016 ©

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