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Like Fried Potatoes
Live life to the hilt each day. Awaken to each new sunrise like fried potatoes on the hungriest morning of your goldarn life. Give and receive lots of fist bumps and high fives during each golden twenty four. Forgive often. Thank your lucky stars if there's somebody worthwhile waiting with the porch light on late into each solitary night. When the time eventually comes, let go of it cleanly without the least regret. Close it out as you lived it, with tranquility and confidence. Smile. Die quietly and be done with it. -gb
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Originally posted by Grampy BobbyShould I die (The rule is everyone dies, to each rule there is an exception, hopefully I'll be the exception here) it will be a loud affair with the gnashing of teeth and wailing of loved ones shouting 'NO NO it can't be so, we want to keep Yim not let her go!'
Die quietly and be done with it.
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyInto the woods I gently go,
[b]Like Fried Potatoes
Live life to the hilt each day. Awaken to each new sunrise like fried potatoes on the hungriest morning of your goldarn life. Give and receive lots of fist bumps and high fives during each golden twenty four. Forgive often. Thank your lucky stars if there's somebody worthwhile waiting with the porch light on late into e ...[text shortened]... le. Die quietly and be done with it. -gb
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to shovel mounds of drifted snow.
I wonder when the spring will come
to undo all that I have done.