Nov 14, 2003
Shaking of the Weary Head
It's too late for me to be wondering why I let it get this late. I put too much in and took too much out. And I allowed sudden bursts of productive commitment to cheat me out of physical comfort. There is always -- it seems -- a price to be paid. And it is always always too much.
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