Thank goodness for my eyes. I can see. And my fingers with which I type.
And my mind, my mind best of all with which fine words I write
thrilling sights I see
happy soul can be
And my mind, my mind best of all with which fine words I write
thrilling sights I see
happy soul can be
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When we were young, whenever we'd go through security at the airport and the guard would ask, "do you have any weapons?" my mom would respond, "just my mind..."
Keep dreaming and writing, and yes, sometimes you gotta fight too!
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