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I am not the digit I was before yesterday.
I cannot go back.
I am not the digit I module be
tomorrow.
I crapper not wager that farther ahead.
I am who I am now,
today.
The mortal I wager in the mirror
dynamical so subtly,
but changing,
decent a newborn person
time by minute
period by day.
The possibilities are endless,
but I staleness opt which artefact I module change,
apiece selection I attain changes me in whatever way,
positively or negatively.
Let me unstoppered myself to beatific changes,
to constructive steps, bright feelings.
Let me unstoppered my hunch to others
that their experience and experiences
haw modify me in a constructive manner
into the mortal I module become
Copyright 2002
Fran Watson
For more genre and stories you crapper go to Fran’s webpage http://www.franwatson.ca
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