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Letters, They're only letters! Llb, BS, Phd, Dr., What does all that mean? Education perhaps. I’ve known people who never went beyond high school And made millions! Some I consider stupid. Others brilliant - So, what’s the big deal? Attitude? Luck? Desire? Faith? Who knows? Who knew? We all start at the womb, and end up under the grass with a stone perhaps that says, R.I.P. Gee, who knew? Can I ever get away from the letters? (I have a few after my name, but so what?) It doesn’t make me any better! You see, death is the ultimate equalizer, but what the heck we may as well have fun along the way on the next T.G.I.F. day! |
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