Manitoba born, what gives you the clues,
is it in what you take home or in all that you do.
The cold weather is on its way, its chilly and icy grip draws near,
at least there are no bugs for eight months of the year.
What about a legacy, in my children I pray,
dismissing my indulgences, and family leads the way.
As it falls into place I'm still a lovable loser,
with post season high hopes leaving them laughing and getting shook up. This profession does not suffer fools.
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2 comments:
True fiction?
No way, you're no loser!
You're a winner!!
well, we're all lovable losers, unless i accidentally stumbled upon a blog for those who are fully formed and flawless.
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