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Man.. did you make a beautiful landing. In the wrong airport.
I had some time today. (Not because of handouts. But because I worked all of my life and earned it.)
And I used the time. To amuse myself and others. While trying to help those less fortunate. Than a fringe few. That
have a hard way to go.
I used that sort of mild teasing (slightly insulting) methodology. Because it seems often. That childish banter is one of the few things. People of your beliefs actually look at or respond to.
This is merely. To pass the time in open dialect.
At no time was I angry. Far from it. I had to tone it down so I could keep a strait face.
I know I know. That's just not right.
And we're not supposed to pick on people with challenges.
But I had hopes that maybe. You were one of the higher functioning ones. So I wouldn't be upsetting you or your care giver.
I see now maybe you should ask the person who supervises you. For a time out.
Go sit in your quiet place. For a while.
Try not to tax yourself over it.
Maybe color a nice picture.
Maybe a big white house. With big tall columns. A nice big green lawn with a couple of little jockey statues holding lanterns.
It could have. Cotton fields behind it as far as the eye could see. With tiny little black dots all over them.
Some gay people hanging from a big beautiful oak tree in the front yard.
Put some coon dogs on the porch.
Toss on your bedsheet. Get out your flag. (You know the one.) Call up some freinds. (If they'll let them out.) And
Burn something nice in the front lawn. Like a cross or some books.
You'll feel better in no time.
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