What does/it mean?

I don't know.

and

We all walk life's trail to the end. Some fall a lot, some race through, some timidly step, many are handicapped from the beginning; others are along the way; most follow the leader and into hell quite often. A few go it alone.

Monday morning poetry

Piano Concerto No. 21

Monday morning quote

Not bad for a taxi driver

Monday morning poetry

Still I rise

Monday morning poetry:

Burlington Snow

Monday day morning poem:

Monday morning poetry:

Seeing the sunrise

if only I could always see it shine
could call it mine
be of humankind
meeting brilliant minds
gathering resources from the caves
painted before recorded time

ocar

mixing light
confusing truth
and the youth

brushing by
brushing by
brushing by

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