Grown within the Hands of Time
We make our very own bed
Will we slumber in sweet dreams?
Or be wide awake with dread?
We make our own bed and sleep in it
Or so the saying goes
But oh such a Paradigm Of Truth
'When we reap just what we sow'
Written: From Experience
Having lived it...
Theodora (Theo) Onken
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