Dance in the Full Moon

O, the Frailty of Memory

Sunday, September 24, 2017

9.24

I'm quarrelsome today. I groused at my mother and whined at my work, but I did the chores and I struggled through the assignments.
Who can say if I was a good man at the end? Must I go silently through my day, or can I yell and scream as long as I, at the end of the day, have accomplished my goals?

Anyhow, three lines. Such a small task, but today--overwhelming.

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