Once a year, it is done. Why is it that as you age stuff loves to grow on you? I have decided it is because we get soft, mellow, and forgiving. In my case it is true, Once a year he examines my old body and finds new and interesting things. He even cut a couple off and sent them away to be explored. Am I that interesting? Seems I am a little under suspension anyway. We will see. So Be It. Needed to stir up a little interest, but I could do without this kind. Oh, well, all is well that ends well.
I will close with this from Romans 11-verse 12: "Let your Hope keep you joyful, be patient in your troubles, and pray at all times."
BETTY (prayerful) BOOP
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