Yesterday was the last day.
Today is the first.
It is finished, done all over again.
What has passed will never
be the same.
It was not my fault.
I have only myself to blame.
There are two sides to the story.
Believe what you may.
Tomorrow, who can say?
It’s all a mystery to me.
I like my eggs over easy.
Pass the butter, please.
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Chris Hanch 5-26-22
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