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#SoCS – A poem – Do you want it enough?

by Jacquie Biggar

November 9, 2019

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Robbie Cheadle poses an interesting question; fame or family?

6 comments on “#SoCS – A poem – Do you want it enough?”

Jacqui Murray

November 10, 2019

That says it all, doesn’t it? Do you want it enough? Usually, the answer is no. Writing–oh yeah.

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- Jacquie Biggar
  
  November 10, 2019
  
  So true!
  
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Crystal

November 10, 2019

Great poem. Great message

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- Jacquie Biggar
  
  November 10, 2019
  
  It really resonated with me. It’s easy to forget the truly important things in life ❤
  
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Robert Matthew Goldstein

November 10, 2019

Thanks for the link to the poem, Jacquie.

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- Jacquie Biggar
  
  November 10, 2019
  
  Happy to share 🙂
  
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My name is Jacquie Biggar. When I’m not acting like a total klutz I am a wife, mother of one, grandmother, and a butler to my calico cat.
My guilty pleasures are reality tv shows like Amazing Race and The Voice. I can be found every Monday night in my armchair plastered to the television laughing at Blake's shenanigans.
I love to hang out at the beach with DH (darling hubby) taking pictures or reading romance novels (what else?).
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