Joe adjusted headphones watching his wife dance the conga with friends they made on this tour. The bus was not a luxury, but adequate for the price. A shark in the tourism industry was plentiful, but Joe waggled costs down to something affordable. The “soundtrack” playing in his ears was the baseball game he was missing. After four years of sitting in a noisy seat, Joe threw in the towel. The seats were expensive, behind the umpire, but his wife and this tour replaced them.
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Can You Tell A Story In…
The Bag Lady 
Very good Cheryl 😀
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You’ve done well with those words 😊
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Thank you
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Meditation
Make no fuss
Sit with me
Inside this bus
Tiptoe-Tiptoe
Doing fine
Progress
In the conga line
Hours passing
Twenty-four
No fight, no right
To ask for more
Such is life. For you and me
No expecting luxury
Try to sleep
But not to dream
Fight the current
Swim upstream
Away from sharks
And all your fears
Tissues, towels
To dry your tears
Ending soon, this imposition
Umpire makes the last decision
Sad existence. Man and wife
This – the soundtrack of our life
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I like this but it’s sad, the whole world seems sad to me, all started by an April fool
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Don’t be sad. There is always another way to look at things.
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It overwhelming but thank you
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