kiK the Habit


My Ant bought the farm. . .

My Uncle called “Me”!

and Father just killed some Time. . .

and Brother I’d druther

was from other mother

–got too Big for britches

and died.

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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