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Time is like a flowing river...... Buried deep within the quagmire of molten verve and life experiences. We revel in it. We gloat in the fat of it, and we hog the memories until they are worn. Yes...worn thin in the telling and the retelling. So, that in the end we may simply sit and hopefully smile and gloat!! My thought for today.....AnnoDominie 12/21/2018 So mode it be...amen!! Charles G. Henderson

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Date: 12/28/2018 5:21:00 AM
life is just a mass of moving silt in the river of time....but, what happened on the 21st...t-rump forgot to change his underwear again?
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