© 6/20/01 Dennis L. Pickering Do any of us have good sence? Or do we sit upon the fence? To satisfy another’s pence Upon the journey from when whence We all abide within our own Consciousness we claim as our home To satisfy our own desire Which we want to keep out of mire This we can do if we but try Before the ultimate bye-bye
Reason for writing:
Is the spelling of Sence unintentional or purposefully misspelled?
Birth sign: Sagittarius
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