I’ve made progress. I’ve made about as much progress as my feet do drilling wet sand at the shore of an ocean. As one wave washes free from my wiggling toes any evidence of progress made, if sand were an obstacle and my feet the solution, before the next wave covers my feet again with sand, I wiggle away with help from a power greater than myself, the struggle never over.
Wiggle Your Toes
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Francis Erich McElroy 
Mind yourself, don’t step on a sand piranha. Nasty creatures. Completely devour your pedicurial polish. Red polish is like a bull after a matador, don’t even think about red polish Dear.
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Putting on my black socks now, as we speak. Close call. Thank you.
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