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The expectations of life.

By C. N. C. HarrisPublished about a year ago • 1 min read

Image by Pete Linforth from Pixabay

Move.

Make money.

Measure meals.

Minimise moaning.

Medicate maladies.

Mature magnificently.

Manage mishaps.

Manipulate many.

Must. Master. More.

MOVE.

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About the Creator

C. N. C. Harris

Writer, artist, teacher. Thirties, hurties and surviving. Quirky lady. I don't have a niche, I love writing thrillers, romance, articles about mental health, poetry, whatever takes my fancy! Obsessed with taking photos of my dog/chinchilla.

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