I’m in love. With life. But I can imagine. A time. When I
may not be. So enamored. If I were dreadfully ill. It’s easy. Being in love.
When one is blessed with good health. It also helps. When one lives beyond the
world’s turmoil. Rather than in the midst. For which I give thanks. I’ve been
mostly in the right place at the right time. But even when I’m not. I am able
to cope. And survive. At the moment. I have everything. Yes, life. The good
life. –Jim Broede
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