I love to write. What I want to write. Random thoughts.
Musings. So that’s what I do. Following my loving instincts. I’d hate to do
what I hate to do. Therefore, it makes more sense to do what I love to do.
That’s the story of my life. So many, many things I’d love to do. Can’t do them all. Unless I live forever. And
even then, there’s no assurance. That I’ll accomplish my mission. But that’s all right. I’m in love. With
ascending. Soaring. Soaring. To blissful heights. --Jim Broede
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