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Nice, Melissa.

& the pages follow one another up to now. If you could change a page, a line, a word it'd be a different now. Such occurs to me when I sit back and take a breath. Family, friends, etc., would be different , or wouldn't be. I'm glad I can't but if I could, I wouldn't change a thing.

Dang, I must admit I do get a bit maudlin pompous on occasion. Oh well... (grin)

Waxing poetic should be left to young ladies and Gerard Manley Hopkins

Old men should stick to limericks;

Melissa subwayed out to Brooklyn

For a quick walkabout and a look in.

When asked why she went there

she said ‘cause for that fare

It was as far as you’ll get on Long Island

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Haha! Like the limerick, and I often think about that same thing when I get the urge to fantasize about going back and changing things. In fact, it was actually something I needed to hear today… thanks, Jim!

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“ This poem is my prayer that my life is a book on a shelf. One that can be returned to at will. Isn’t that everyone’s best chance of immortality?” I love this Melissa! This is why I began writing my biography here on Substack. Recording my life with words is my legacy. Beautiful!

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Thanks so much, Charlotte!!

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Beautiful Melissa!

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Thank you!! :)

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