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Creatures Of Habit
We’re creatures of habit
Like the hound on the nail
Keep doing what we’re doing
Even when we fail,
Of course then it’s your fault
We never say it’s mine
That’s just the way it is
Within our self coloured lines,
We stroll through the moments
We run through the days
Seldom thinking about
Our silly old ways.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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