Sharing this piece from one of my favorite bloggers (and a terrific Words With Friends friend). Read more at aroilinpain.wordpress.com
We are all enslaved
By that which we hold most dear,
Our family and friends,
Our most treasured possessions,
Our loves and passions,
They bind us; these chosen chains.
Shackles that can have no key.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
My streams of thought meet here
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I'd curtsy but I'm drunk.
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Love my chains 🙂 I must be a slave in my heart 🙂
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Same here.
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