So, I was trying to go to bed last night and I thought I was hearing someone tell me 'heel, toe' repeatidly. And then it hit me! Inspiration for a poem. Which mind you I haven't written in a LONG time. So, hopefully, by Wednesday, I'll have some poetry up as well as pix.

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"Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to slide in sideways, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, screaming "HOLY CRAP what a ride!"
~unknown~
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lifes a beach....then the tide goes out, thats when you realize it really stinks
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lifes a beach....then the tide goes out, thats when you realize it really stinks
Member: *ArtisanCraft *LeatherArtisans *artisanlist
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lifes a beach....then the tide goes out, thats when you realize it really stinks
Member: *ArtisanCraft *LeatherArtisans *artisanlist
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lifes a beach....then the tide goes out, thats when you realize it really stinks
Member: *ArtisanCraft *LeatherArtisans *artisanlist
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lifes a beach....then the tide goes out, thats when you realize it really stinks
Member: *ArtisanCraft *LeatherArtisans *artisanlist
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lifes a beach....then the tide goes out, thats when you realize it really stinks
Member: *ArtisanCraft *LeatherArtisans *artisanlist
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It takes 46 muscles to frown, 27 to smile, 4 to flip the bird, but only 3 for a proper trigger squeeze.
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