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“All my life I thought air was free, until I bought
a bag of chips.” --Anonymous
Yeah, true that--the best things in life are free--
and so are the worst. Some feel that the mere
sight of a .357 Magnum pistol is a joyous moment--
but for those who are raped, robbed or murdered
by it--not so much.
A steep forest trail that winds & rambles in & out of
golden larch & majestic fir deep into the foothills can
seem exhilarating--unless you’ve become, or always
were disabled; for us that trail is the gorgeous woman
we’ll never make love to, the red Ferrari we’ll never
drive, the mansion we’ll never own.
A lovely deep pond at twilight, serenaded by lunes and
bullfrogs, its cattails swaying, its lily pods jiggling like
the breasts on a jogging woman’s track team seems
intoxicating until the hungry swarm of mosquitos &
gnats descend upon you, & a chill wind slaps you
in the face.
things cost nothing, but bee stings
ruin morning meadows.
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