When the only tool you have is a hammer,
The whole world is a nail.
An ongoing sickness,
Hard to prevail.
Blinders on a horse,
Its beautiful mane,
Woven tightly into a shining braid.
A different hat,
Or tool for the trade.
Bound by culture,
No one's insane.
Sweet flow.
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Nice…Really well done.
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E – your comment makes me laugh. thank you 🙂
Sanders – your dogs make me laugh. And thank you also.
Hope the western fall is treating you both well!
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