Time... is quite limited in these confines! Con finesse though I rhyme and de-stress. Rarely in distress but maybe out of line - or out of time - with which I do obsess.

I really should be learning. Growing more efficient. Going in for earnest ways to make a difference. Keep on turning stones, until I find the root, and turn the whole world, and make this all moot.

But without good teachers we'd be all fools, and know not freedom, or to see a ruse. To lead with each word, to seek a passion, to make a difference, not only cash in. And let go of bad things we keep on catching... though they tear our nets. Mend your threads, and defend your heads, and save no regrets. To make the long road: take the step. And thank you, you impeccable preceptor vets.

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