Rides with Wilma

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Never had a rocking horse.

Nor an etiquette course.

No, made up, make-up, make believe…resource.

Did not have the usual suspects of delicate needs or powered pink posies…

Always driven by another kind of force.

 

Sometimes all we have is to go against the winds..

Sometimes all I had were a different sort of imaginary friends.

 

There is no tellin’ where a two speed dark horse can find her stride.

I only know, with edgy certainty, god’s speed and good speed belongs to the ride.

And, the solo secret to a good ride?

Doing everything you shouldn’t do

and,

the few things you should…with pride.

 

 

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The place to improve the world is first in one’s own heart and head and hands, and them move outwards from there.  Robert Pirsig

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