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by Bobo 

Posted: 26 February 2004
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I muddle through -
that's what I do;
baby steps and toddler tumbles

It's the only way
I survive each day -
clumsy ways and dizzy stumbles

You can't see
the uncertainty -
only what you need me to be

Your blindness just disables me
further






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roovacrag at 22:05 on 26 February 2004  Report this post
Hi Bobo,
Nice to see you back.
This i liked,a child stumbling taking first steps,or adult trying to do the same to cope with life. People are blind,when help is needed most.
xxAlice
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igbit33 at 22:27 on 26 February 2004  Report this post
You don't just 'muddle through' in your writing though, BoBo.

You've expressed well the feeling of helplessness and lack of control life forces on a person all too often. Not just for those that know the feeling well to recognise, but for all to see.

Good writing, as ever - from what I've seen of previous work.

Take care.
Iggy. xx
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Fearless at 08:49 on 27 February 2004  Report this post
BoBo

You're not at all muggling your worms. Another strong piece. Write on,

fearless
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