it is work, this
life. whatever you
do with your hands,
your mind. it's work.
to survive. to keep
the home fires
burning, and even
love or like, or
however you define
the bond you have
with another, it,
at times is work too.
it has to be to
get somewhere.
Saturday, September 25, 2010
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