The heart opens slowly. Sometimes I ponder my impatience with the ones that I consider maybe a touch less virtuous than I am. Shouldn't I be worrying about what the good ones think of me? Hey- what are they doing judging to begin with? Oh, yeah. Caught again.
It's hard to be good. It's hard to keep my pants on. I'm a work in progress and I know it. I've got new songs for anybody who wants to hear them. Love everybody you come across and tell them about it.
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