I’m thankful for feelings and owning such a lovely range. I don’t always appreciate enough the whole up, down and all the in between throws of the dice, but they do help with life’s rationale.
Personally I relish the euphoria scent of sweetpea flowers in full sun. I revel listening to the rustle of leaves falling from autumn trees. Yet I also resign myself to know the distress of maths, as it lurks in so many situations and many interactions.
- Some say seventy percent of success is turning up, but I understand the peace that I don’t have to.
- I concede to being a unique outlier from the multiple choice, one who resists blending into negative shades.
- Please draw the line at joinin’ plotty, mean, clicky pointless circles!
- Some things don’t add up and some do on a 50/50, with a probability some ain’t true and some actually are!
- Polite all I like, but end o’ day I won’t win ’em orl, perhaps not even a tiny fraction!
- Maths and those that don’t like me as ‘am, are calculated X’s I’m willing to subtract from my life, but don’t ask Y.
- I need to be my own priority and as always one hundred percent!
- Make it a rule to be as equally kind to others and self as poss’, it has the biggest probability of peace and success.
Over Soil 