Anticipating youthful stretches of imagination,
doing it's daily calisthenics, rocking in time with fantastically played music by Howard.
Separating steps, allowing all of human nature to
become what it is and handing out insignificant
meanings of life that never really touch on reality.

RoseAnn V. Shawiak

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