Father
My father would say I should be a Philadelphia lawyer.
Possibly because he got tired of my words?
I always have preferred words over numbers. Numbers are so rigid and unforgiving unable to be swayed marching in regimental lines to their fate.
Word tho can be flexible open to creativity. They can be molded and crafted into other things with so many possibilities. Perhaps that is why words can be so deceiving? Perhaps it’s why mankind loves words?
Numbers can’t lie and neither can the one that created them.
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Author:
Keeter C (
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- Published: July 13th, 2025 15:32
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