The Valley of O.P.P
Living in the valley of O.P.P
Why in the world can’t we let things be.
Trying to save the world and looking out for others.
Drowning in the stress and acting like their mothers.
Head spinning so fast that it just can’t stop.
Fussing and cursing at other’s major flops.
Gathering and gossiping to get the job done.
The valley of OPP is not any fun.
No peace of mind you just can’t find.
Always having other people’s problems on your mind.
Stop and take a look at the damage that is being done.
Mind your own business and leave other’s matters alone.
I saw so much of this in Tulsa it gave me a major headache.
Other than this I did have a nice time for my birthday. Thank you all for
keeping me in your prayers. I missed you all.
Copyright © Mary Duhart | Year Posted 2007
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