No regrets

Just moments

after I was born,

the doctor,

lifting me up to

show to my mother,

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suddenly, slipped!

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Loosed from his hands,

I fell towards

the floor

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The room seemed to drop with me.

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Then — at the

last moment,

he caught me

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My whole life passed

before my eyes!

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I had nearly died.

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Still —

I remember

thinking —

if I had to do it

all over again,

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I wouldn’t change thing.

 

The uninsurable trefology

I love to read but I’m an impatient man.

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I have no time to

wait for wood to be

processed into pulp,

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then turned into paper,

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then printed with words,

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then sold in a store.

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Just give me a log and I will read that.

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And, I mean, any kind

of log at all.

Spruce, fir, maple,

I will read anything.

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Except romance.

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No romance logs