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What to do With the Rest of My Life…
Let us suppose, for the purpose of conversation, That I will live no longer than did my father, A few days past his eighty-seventh birthday. I am now less than half-way past seventy-eight. No, no, I feel perfectly well. I … Continue reading
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Three Haiku
Another autumn I have seen so many And, next year? Too many people crowding my thoughts I yearn for the forest The notebook waits It is not impatient But I am
The Pavellas Perspective 