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#‎Day30_Clean‬

If a day were a year and a year a day
What would your day be like?
On day fifteen of this thirty day trip
We eased off to reminisce our fifteen years
Of self-assessment, of positives
And more positives
You can never have enough of positivity!
But only if you believe in happiness from within,
That pull and push that knows no nakedness
I didn’t say you be naked!
In public!
But then what!?
That impulse to do right for it is
The right thing to do!
And you do it! Just listen to that little voice of reason
From within!
Simple and pure!

And on day sixteen through to yesterday
We indulged in more ways to make us positive
Including sexual healing!
That feeling of fulfillment
In all the right ways!
I digress…
So a thirty day month
Of June; and a thirty day Tale
Of truth, and nothing more
Only felt right, and we did it, right
I knew it was the right thing to do!
And a day being a year!
Only meant I give it to you
On no other day but this one here!
So yes; thirty days thirty years in thirty ways
I’ll be damned if that wasn’t the right way!
So feel blessed, it is the right thing to do
Plus my 30DayTale has come to an end
So go back to DayOne and HimAlone
Will steer you to more Days than this one!
Clean your acts now! There is no other day!

©Krv_300616

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