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Revolving door
Contributed by
softerware
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Thursday, 14th March 2019 @ 02:31:03 PM in AEST
Topic:
Lifepoems
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We’re having a garage sale. We`ve no more room to store.
We must make space to have a place for stuff we can`t afford.
We heed the call to have it all. The mantra of the debtor:
If we don`t like the stuff we have , more stuff will make it better.
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Re: Revolving door
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by JamesStockdale on
Thursday, 14th March 2019 @ 02:54:35 PM AEST
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So true today. You can/'/t buy happiness for sure.
At my stage of life "more stuff" is just a burden I don/'/t need. Great write! |
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Re: Revolving door
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by ingeniusidiot on
Thursday, 14th March 2019 @ 03:02:11 PM AEST
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Aint that the truth. This hold true for living things
as well as material.
We see it in the store and say that we must have it
and after we have it home we start saying to
ourselves "What was I thinking?"
And just like with kids...after every one we have we
say we cant afford anymore yet no sooner had the
words escaped our lips youre told that youre having
another. Its a never ending cycle.
Here/'/s some food for thought...
"Stay in a smaller home and never move: the
smaller house acts like "birth control" for
excessive spending on gluttonous wanting"
Dont think that I practice this although it has
worked with some things but not everything.
Brilliant as always.
Rich
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Re: Revolving door
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by Former_Member on
Friday, 15th March 2019 @ 07:27:17 AM AEST
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| Oh goodness, er greatness! Am I allowed to laugh, Queen Softy? |
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