Poem -

Making Fun

Making Fun

Saw a couple ( my cousin who got married)
today
And instead 
of celebrating

In my head
I was making 
Fun
just because
they are at a 
Lower social class
From me

Jesus!
What have I become

An elitist
An intellectual 
snob
a jerk

I understand 
Now
that though
they may be
dirt poor
their hearts 
Are
Full 
Of gold
and that is
All that 
Counts
Anyway 

Shame on me 

I need a cleansing 

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The fish of the sea

Your not the only one Greg, we all have undesirable thoughts... the trick is identifying them and having a conscious. I can resonate with this one. Enjoyed. Peace to you 

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al Bikaadi

This is as good a place as any to purge and absolve our sins. You're among like company here: humans who forget ourselves somtimes. Hugs 

SHALOM

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Being Me

Congratulations to your cousins!  I wish them every happiness. I am the poor relation of my family.  If I were to get married, the guests would be lucky to get a McDonalds Meal 🤣🤣🤣
Kudos for being so honest!  x

 

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Jim "The Lad" ....

There are millionaires out there looking for witty glorious women Tina! Charm,wit, beauty! just matter of time, men take longer to develop!

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Being Me

Hahaha...Jim you did make me laugh with your comment 🤣🤣🤣🤣  bless you x

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