I put my mind. To work. Every day. It’s an easy and pleasant
form of labor. I don’t even have to get out of bed. I’m allowed. To be
physically lazy. Though I choose not to be. I walk. Some 10 miles. Because I’m
happily addicted. To walking. And a few other things, too. All of ‘em positive. Mainly. I’m hooked on
life. Gotten so. That I can’t live. Without my daily dose. --Jim Broede
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