The first life

I had a hole in my sock the day I broke my arm, later at the infirmarymum was mortifiedI just cried,the two things didn’t seem connected. the arm healedthe sock was darnedand I was warned to be more careful…

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Dear John

Did you bother to do it? did you do it? was it worth all the trouble you had when you knew it was nothing at all? did you bother to do it? if you did will you rue it? ..’regrets I’ve had a few…’ too many for you to count. but I never did not…

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