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One is Glad to be of Service


When will it be my turn to rest to lay down my burdens But now I grow tired still there is one more This life has been long lots of others to take care But now I grow tired still

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Chameleons


We two are “chameleons” of a sort. We adjust to the needs of the ones we love different to each person we love. Because we are both “chameleons” we flash and flicker to each other. Changing constantly always in flux.

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