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HEARTY RUMINATIONS.

To all blessings there are dressings, i just move on with a bliss, because i cannot be pained by the plain.

Yet to my every pleasure, lurking at every corner, in plain sight and in open pursuit of my treasure, is my weakness.

Meekness is a clothing i wear at leisure, but the pressure is pricking with a measure, packing at my boldness.

Ohh..... Boldness is my hell, and Meekness my heaven, i am weighed in the balance, the distance is plain, the price is heavy.

Ahh..... Where is my dress? I am stressed. but nevertheless i am blessed, so i will play the part never allow the heat to hit it's mark.