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I Get Angry I get angry when I cannot enjoy the enjoyment of life vital. Those small actions that I used to, and now everyone else does, take for granted are not so simple to perform. I get excited at graphic misconception. I get nostalgic about snow and skiing where I learned in the alps on Obersalzburg. I don't worry anymore about career. I had several, now I have only one. I fret too much about old golf courses that I can only play in a dream. Then,I get angry when I cannot perform. But, I must be quiet. |
Additional Notes:
"Obersalzburg"--A mountain in Germany overlooking Austria. Great for skiing.
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