If This Is Not A Place. . .
If this is not a place where tears are understood, Then where shall I go to cry? And if this is not a place where my spirit can take wings, Then where shall I go to fly? I don't need another place for trying to impress you With just how good and virtuous I am. I don't need another place for always being on top of things; Everybody knows that it's a sham. I don't need another place for always wearing smiles, Even when it's not the way I feel. I don't need another place to mouth the same old platitudes; Everybody knows that it's not real. So if this is not a place where my questions can be asked, Then where shall I go to seek? And if this is not a place where my heart cry can be heard, Where, tell me where, shall I go to speak? So if this is not a place where tears are understood, Where shall I go, where shall I go to fly? -- Ken Medema
Hmmmm - - - a while back you posted about taking what felt like unjustified criticism, and I replied it was for me as I had just taken some - - - - well, THAT was in a board meeting too. Sometimes - - - -
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I walked into my sister and brother in-law's house today and guess what they got for their little ones? This exact Bozo! I chuckled as I remembered reading/seeing it on your blog. I then thought....maybe I should get one for my daughter who has been having temper tantrums....maybe, just maybe it would give her an outlet....and if not her.....ME!!!
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