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
Copyright © Charles Henderson | Year Posted 2018
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