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BE THE RIDDLE THEY CAN'T SOLVE

BE THE RIDDLE THEY CAN'T SOLVE

Have you noticed when people think you're playing their Game?

They think we just have a wild imagination?

What will happen when they finally realize...

They just keep making us Smile?

There's a fifty fifty chance they'll get unhinged all over again?

On the other side...

​​​​​​Maybe, their Mansion cost them a lot less...

Anything worth anything...

People will usually pull out their right side to be certain not to lose their Status?

Their High Position?

Perhaps it was always an illusion?

Anyone who works hard will try and leave a Positive Legacy their family can be proud of...

Not embarrassed by...

​​​​​​sparrowsong Ice Queen

 

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sparrowsong

Hello Cleo...

Thank you for the laugh...

You're so funny...

Glad you enjoyed!

Thank you for your fun comment and support!

🤗

sparrowsong Ice Queen

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Marion

Nice one S... as always x

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Being Me

"Anyone who works hard will try and leave a Positive Legacy their family can be proud of...
Not embarrassed by..."

100%  agree!   I  myself do try, I really do, but I am not sure my legacy, so far, is anything to be proud of. Except my kids. I'm proud of them xx

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