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Not Feeling Well, Breathing A Little Labored But I Have Pockets

I stick my hands in them while walking from time to time. You know, it’s those little things…

Limbo, everybody limbo, limbo all the day slipping under the highway cables then standing straightening up feeling a little woozy, actually more than that and onward. Gray days while March lets the seasons argue with each other as it does taking no sides though many prisoners. Hot, cold, warmer, cool, turbulent winds and rain and then sun, don’t get used to 70 for tomorrow it may snow sounds like normal midwestern weather on any given day but now it’s everyday. Listen to that wind whistling, yes whistling, foreboding, thunderstorms coming again. Maybe March rains will bring April flowers and bump up the first day of summer to May. Sounds reasonable. Not a new theme, it’s all been said before but there’s more than one way to put things like more than one way to skin a cat, an interesting idiom. Need to remember that one for an English lesson. Surprise and controversy instigating conversation like the many ways to say hello?

One can only hope.

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