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When inapt, we adapt

When inapt, we adapt

Precariously plodding along people adjust and adapt
Even under unusual circumstances when normality is inapt

Through the strangeness of delusions a person turns to one another seeking out support from a Father and a Mother

Life spirals a complete cycle like a pendulum on a clock but from out of the blue there may be a stumbling block

A difficulty with a dillema where such pressures are a pest yet we jump over the hurdles and give these challenges a test

Humanity learns life’s lessons 
we are an ingenious livestock
Just like guidance gained from a shepherd when he seperates his flock

We listen to our Goverments
the ruler’s of our lands
in times of troublesome torment when things are difficult to understand

But we muddle through marvellously even in times of trials and tribulations suppressing our fears with a minimum of frustrations

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Marion

Aye...we are a very adaptable species...stupid but ...adaptable ???

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Jill Tait

Teehee ay very stupid & adaptable ❤️?❤️

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Jill Tait

Yes I understand but feel humans always somehow change a situation to suit somehow it is a crazy world at present tho but we keep our distance xxx❤️?❤️

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