To the ONE who created some semblance of order out of chaos:
Amidst the agony and the ecstatsy
in the beginning, middle and aftermath of the uproar and exploded parts of our lives
When we say “pardon my French,” often because we just don’t speak the same lanuage
when life is mostly intrigue and buildup
make us – make us pause for a break
Signed,
Embattled
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