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About Life after Traumatic Brain Injury
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Bricks
One brick at a time... one day at a time.. I build the new me.
Spilling cement, desperately needed to patch the gaps I leave between the bricks.
I catch what cement I can, and smooth it in.
Yeah- my wall has leaks... yes the weather gets in, and I get chilled...
But I built this ... it is mine. I will live in it.
I wont compare this new shell, with the prefabricated ones I dwelled in before.
I will stay here, and be happy here.
This is mine...
only mine.by Vitolo
Ok, @Vitolo , probably not what you had in mind! LOL
Oh... I don't know.....Please join me in expressing what is in your heart.
What a wonderful way to know one another!
You wrote the verse (or at least re-wrote the end)
I've changed my prose to meet your new revelation,Nah...I stole it from Andrew 'Dice' Clay....whose real last name is Silverstein. He's my landsman; which for some reason I find hilarious.
CIVILIZATION:I've changed my prose to meet your new revelation,
It was a pleasure to make this quick alteration!
... and it was done with minimal devastation.
It's OK to be POLITICAL?WHY IS MY BUD ALWAYS GONE
Why is all my bud gone,
So tasty it never lasts that long,
Luckily it grows on trees!
Unlucky for me there are legalities,
Why is all my bud gone,
I'm sitting here with an empty bong,
My grinders got some specks left,
But not enough to treat my stress,
I'm going to have to get some more,
I wish we had special bud stores,
Why is all my bud gone,
Time to get my hunt on.
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