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 |    We live much of life amid unique choices. Joy is anchored in The One beyond our life. |
It seems to be we ne'er can win, while hiding in a room. Resolve may seem too oft quite thin, while quivering in that tomb. This hobbit-heart likes no conflict. He shuts the phone quite off when someone could debate or pick apart his latest coif. Obsequious is my first name from childhood through to now. If anyone would take the blame, 'twas me in servile bow. O, Bilbo, no adventures bless the living of thy days? It cannot be a worser mess outside thy room-ed bays. But snoring up the courage need to work outside the home Might make emotions chafe and bleed when forced to this far roam. "All peopled out," we then do haste to coffee shop abode, that Blond Café might soothe the taste, restore us to the road. Make haste, Dear Bilbo, find thy nook, and weave thy threads apace. Crochet a piece or read a book, and gather up some grace. Tomorrow morn 'twill need it then when going off to do thy needed tasks 'mid kith and kin, until thy strength is through. Each day return by lumbering gait to home, and hearth, and rest. The ramen noodles on thy plate with cup o' tea be blest. By out and in, and out and in thy week doth finally end. The two days giv'n thy soul should mend, that strength from God be giv'n. by Jay O’Toole on February 26th, 2024     |
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