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They Tell Me To Be...

They tell me to be a crash cymbal, bright, shimmering, and loud. I tell them I am a bass drum, deep, defiant, and dark. They tell me to be a drumstick, a leader, controlling, and commanding. I tell them I am the hands, taking in the rhythm fo life and changing it to beautiful music. They tell me to be the teacher, commanding, knowledgeable, and listening. I tell them I am the student, ever learning, stubborn, yet growing. They tell me to be a professional, excellent, amazing, and admirable. I tell them I am just an average person, doing something I love and trying to make it work.

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Date: 3/23/2012 11:51:00 AM
I am enjoying reading poetry this afternoon. I am happy yours was one that I was able to read today. The weekend is here and I must also make time for my family life. I will be back on Monday as usual and I wish you a beautiful weekend filled with renewed inspiration Anthony. Love, Carol
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