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Saturday, October 1, 2016
Moment by Moment
By
John I. Blair
Living in the now
Is all I really have.
Living in the then,
In yesterday –
Death by fantasy;
And living in tomorrow
Robs me of my now
Which I find
More than ever
Precious.
©2016 John I. Blair
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