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don't boil the lobster

Not often
you want to look at the world
Really look

Try to find the right view
Maybe white over black
push the devils away
Pat yourself on the back

doc says it's choice
Just a choice not to see
Got to choose to be blind
That's the way to happy

he says

M

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sparrowsong

Hello M...

​​​​​​I now know why I wasn't a Psychologist...

I'd tell you Sled down a Hill blindfolded...

Study the Terrain...

Remember where the Trees are...

Now...

Go!

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

S x

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Marion

Ummm...maybe I won't take your advice lol πŸ˜„πŸ˜ but thanks for the comment... made me smile x

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Bernadete van d...

Turning a blind eye to……
Sometimes is the best (or only)
way. Good write, MΒ 

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Neville

No don't ever .. they are such intelligent creatures .. unlike many of us .. I think some things just need to be left be .. and anyway, I couldn't deprive a single one of em from living by the seaside .. I could waffle on of course but shell leave it @ that for now .. Neville x

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Marion

It's good to have you back Nev though I often go awol myself. I appreciate your kind thoughts and insight x

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Neville

Bless you & likewise our Marion x

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Jac Tales

'It's a Hard Life.' Queen Song. A Nice Write Marion. πŸ™‚

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Shirley Harrison

Your title really plays a wonderful part in this one, I see this as satire, to see the side that makes us smile in life or just play blind, well the lobster was probably screaming in the boiling pot but once it came out it made a magnificent feast for someone's belly. My glass is always half full. A most enjoyable read my dear Marion. 🌹 🦞

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