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Spontaneity

Here's the thing, the thing I never told, I don't actually have a plan, Each day I wake up, look in the mirror, And all I see is bland, There's no next week, no next month, Certainly no five year goal, The only thing I have in store, Is to watch me getting old, But the thing is, you know what, I'm happy with no map, It means I can forever live in now, Things around me can adapt, Spontaneous is my way of life, Every moment is loud and proud, Living with no plans to take my time, Living within without.

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Date: 7/21/2020 10:51:00 PM
Spontaneity is my middle name; I can relate and admire this one.
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Date: 7/14/2020 1:17:00 PM
I’m there. Or is it, here. Turns out I lack executive function. But dogs live in the now; be like dog. (Always stretch when you get up) ;), xomo!
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Maureen Mcgreavy
Date: 7/14/2020 2:06:00 PM
LOL! Not my dog, she’s a poop eater with compromised kidneys, (vomiting fecal matter in the house is da worst) so I muzzle her off leash and my line is “she can’t handle her crap” ~x
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Lewis Raynes
Date: 7/14/2020 1:22:00 PM
Baha, nice one... dogs have their shit sorted

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