--Every once in awhile the fates smile on this old pink hat wearing fool and I'm allowed to be right about something.
--Those are the amazing days that go into the old brainpan, with all the bells and whistles attached so there not misplaced, in the hodgepodge of memories .
--Of course like all special days they pass and it's back to the daily grind where life throws a endless barrage, whack a doodle ness, that would make a Tibetan, monk scratch his head in wonder.
--But with patience and the memories of those oh so special days the whack a doodle ness passes and life goes on. Making what once was a real head scratchier into a mere bump in the road . Sort of makes you wonder if it's all in how you look at things that helps the most.....
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