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What I don't miss is the unfairness of it all. The continual put downs. How I can achieve things by hard work and yet it will never be good enough, yet those who tickle the ears of the gullible are lauded with praise.

So I'm better off and happier with friends of quality, rather than quantity of hangers on.

There was a time
A long while ago
When childhood dreams
Did ebb and flow

When all was good
And fun was had
Then the world
Went rather mad

And those around
Went in the ear
Turning thoughts
To dread and fear

So from staight and narrow
We'd not wander
But no questions allowed
Or to think and ponder

And childhoods came
And childhoods went
And god was feared
Repent, repent

Repent from what
We did cry
From the tiny speck
In our little eye

When what we saw
When we dared to look
Was grevious moats
That childhoods took

So we escaped
In body only
To live as adults
Fearing and lonely

And the nagging
Nagging, nagging fear
That god would get us
If speak out we dare

And now at last
The tables turned
We are now free
To see the lies get burned

To walk among
What we have missed
The flowers, birds and trees
We live, not just exist

And some will walk
With God again
While others write
With hopeful pen

If with God or friends
No cause to walk alone
For this Christmas
MKs are to childhoods coming home

Reach out to one
Reach out to all
This is no shameful Christmas
We again can walk proud and tall

I love this.

For those who remember Sherpa, he requests your prayers for his daughter and her son who are both in the hospital.

Even though I do not know these people personally I sure will pray. Full stop.