In the zone, wheelhouse, frying pan, on fire.

I’m within the window, Life without the Widow,

to ditto the kiddos we devo with chemo

But if you flip the record over you can hear a scream or

Try to listen to the same song backwards

In the current hereafter we fill our hearts with laughter

We Lift Our Hearts With Laughter with every last gasp

We’re searching not far not wide but deep deep inside

Finding success, Where you’ve always been lookin’

Doling out contentment but you’re not even cooking


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