When Life breaks down ,
When you seem to hang by a single miserably thin thread ,
Over a steep precipice with bitter cold messing with your head ,
When all that seemed possible is now bleak ,
Hang in there ,by the skin of your teeth ,
Don't Give up
Cause that's ur grit!
and suprisingly enuf bit by bit ,
All the mess clears up
and it will all fit ..
(FIT ?? - Maybe like neately fitted white kitchen platform tiles wiped squeaky clean by Joanne who's expecting Baby No 3 and Johns just back after a hard days toil in the coal mine? Maybe )
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