Monday, December 2, 2013

Good Morning

My body has an army of workers under my skin and skull; the medical dictionary calls them one thing and my brain and god calls them another. Everything works according to plan and my brain directs the operation for the day. Sometime miracles are preformed and other times the golden ring gets washed out with the trash. Whatever?! I do ask my body to work and it does.

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