NOW THE MOMENT
HAS ITS CERTAIN MAGIC
I make it proud that you be you and I be me, and in
no uncertain terms will bow to that premise forever.
It took me a long, long time to come to that agreement
with myself. Now I sit alone, looking at the wall,
wondering what became of all the fun and happy.
I see your kid has scribbled again on the wide,
white panel where I once kept my plaque.
I'll erase it tomorrow, I guess, and no
harm in that.
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