Apparently, I can’t count. I keep thinking I a month more sober than I am. I’m so bad at counting that for the entire time I was 37 I thought I was 38. I failed high school and college math. How did I make it this far?
Viva la Rebellion
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Two Steppin (Poem)
I took about five steps back from the mirror Then turned around and took a step out the door I did the grapevine down the hallway Then turned a twirl before I stepped out the door Now if there’s one thing I wish you would kindly Just please remember as you go through your day I only made two steps directed at forward But all the rest still got me going my way
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