As a poet I strive to live in the moment...thirty six years ago I remember cutting through these weeds with my then freind Bobby Mereidtth to go check out Bell School which we would be then attending in the fall...now here is my niece growing up so fast...at this time of the year at the right time of the day you can catch the light glowing magical on the side of the hill...Lia had wanted to walk down through the woods to the playfield so I went for it..a person, who I won't mention by name since they blew me off over a decade ago over very frivilous reaasons, instilled in me the notion of always going for it and it's something I haven't lost yet...so on this day of cliches, when so many like to wax eloquently about our freedoms and democracy which to me is kind of a joke, I lay down my own cliche about living in the moment...
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