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Poem: Going Down

You’re on the elevator Going down When you push Stop The doors will open You’ll get off We’re here We can help. Until then You’ll keep Going down There’s no other way So, any idea When you might get off? When you might push Stop?

I’m Going to Hay House Writer’s Workshop! (…or H-E-L-P is not a four-letter word)

I have to admit, my ego often gets the best of me. I usually think “I’m all that!” (Just ask anyone close to me and they’ll concur.)  So, when you’re a card-carrying egotist, it’s hard to accept when “I’m NOT all that”, and what initially seems worse, that I need help. Here’s what I mean… …

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