I have friends. Living fast-paced lives. Far too fast. They
don’t take time out. To rest. To take a breather. There’s too much turbulence in their lives. The
human body. The human soul. Weren’t designed to proceed at the speed of light. One is supposed to savor life. By moving at
more the pace of a turtle. Or a snail. After all, what’s the hurry? Here I am.
Analyzing their situations. When really, they should take charge. Maybe a good start. Would be to obey the
speed limits. Slow down. Slow down. Slow
down. --Jim Broede
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