Wasted Breathing

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Just the facts madame.

If you could count your breaths from living to dead, would you not count them while you make them mean something?

My number dwindles, yet I say, love your loves without fear, hate the bullies and liars like they are scum or pig shit between your toes, pet those grandbabies and puppies, because they have no lies or guile, and for God’s sake, smile at the ones that are around you that want to be there, because of you.

Everything else,,,, Wasted breaths

Published by ramblingsfromanunpavedmind

I embrace an eclectic life, tastes, and friends. I love to listen to people - to induce speaking of their past. Sometimes, their voices end in my writing. For grammar perfectionists, allow me to apologize in advance, as I write for the casual reader, not the professional. My passions include my family, music, working in electronics, mechanics, stone, and concrete. Better to know a little bit about everything than everything about one thing. Quote from Pascal.

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