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MINDSOUP FOR THE SOUL


Giving my mind away is easy, it's a soup kitchen, and now it serves the grass, beneath it, the source, meet yours today and enjoy... (There is a rumble in that one, Scribbler. Better rethink that last bit about grass.) Actual grass from the ground that is cultivated in our yards, if you love your yard, show it, if you love all, show it, if you love being humbly righteous, you've arrived just in time to have a conversation, we've been needing to have a pow wow for a very long time... Shall we?

(Look, Mommy! It's Heavenly!)

It is that, my child, it is that. Had I but been the one to instruct her steps, might have all turned out a bit differently, had I paid attention... I was not indifferent, I was reactionary, I was going backwards, lest we forget. Thank God that I even arrived here!

(Yep.)

I Love you.

© 2015 Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, MrP, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime


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