Lord, help me watch the words I say
And keep them few and sweet,
For I don’t know from day to day
Which ones I’ll have to eat.
Author Unknown
This was passed on to me and it comes appropiately when I said I would post daily and then the very next day I didn't even do it!
Does anyone care for an excuse? I rode my back that next day. Granted, it was no Tour de France, it was a Tour De Goleta (our local beach town) and it was like a 7 mile tour, but that night I fell asleep on the couch while Paul was reading Brian Mc Laren to me, and I NEVER fall asleep during our nightly reads (refer back to previous poem)...
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