It was 'hither and thither,
till I wither and die'...
When, all of a dither,
I just stopped. With a "WHY?"...
(from 'stations of the cross' to 'service stations for the cross' ; progress - in the blink of a cat's eye)
not for nothing are we called the human 'race' - me? give me a peaceful life-cycle in the countryside any day of the week (so to speak) - single or tandem...
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