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The President is not standing up to The Republicans. He is a weak leader, and I am not sure that I support him, anymore. God Bless him.

I am listening to Widespread Panic, as I seek a recipe via Google, on the internet, for a homemade spaghetti sauce. I am thankful to be alive. I have finished my coffee. No poems have arrived yet this morning. The dogs, cats, and turtles are quiet. They know that I am going back to sleep. God Bless everybody.

I see it, too; I see the look in your eyes
it is not one of love; it is one of surprise.

I am free: I've gone this far, and I'm going to keep on going.
All my dreams have not come true, but really special things
have happened along the way that I could not have predicted
that I could not have wished for because I would not have
thought that they could happen to me.

I'm jamming to my own tune, and soon
you will be jamming to my tune, too.

I hear a drum
it is a different drum.

Up at 6:40am to a cat, Kobain, on my chest pushing his head into my hand demanding to be petted. Sat up to find two dogs, Dylan and Morrison, demanding to be petted. It's a real zoo around here. The turtles, and my other cat, Jaggar, make no such demands. It's good to be alive.