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there once lived an old man in the country side, who sat out on his porch for an hour every night at 11:00pm, One day, I went over to his house to ask him how he’s doing and ask him why he sits out here at the same time every night, when I asked..he replied, “There is a small beautiful joy in 11:59pm.... it helps me appreciate living through the day and living to see tomorrow”, I paid no attention and kept it moving, One night, very chilly with clear skies, the old man didn’t return from the hospital, and that night the moon shined a lot brighter than usual, I sat out on my porch that night looking over to his......, realizing how much I missed seeing that old man, ......since it started getting late, I got up and began to walk in the house, ...but suddenly I heard a creak that sounded like a wooden chair, It was the old mans chair that started rocking back and forth like someone had just gotten up, I then looked at the time and realized..., That was the day I started appreciating, 11:59.
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Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
11:59
there once lived an old man in the country side, who sat out on his porch for an hour every night at 11:00pm, One day, I went over to his house to ask him how he’s doing and ask him why he sits out here at the same time every night, when I asked..he replied, “There is a small beautiful joy in 11:59pm.... it helps me appreciate living through the day and living to see tomorrow”, I paid no attention and kept it moving, One night, very chilly with clear skies, the old man didn’t return from the hospital, and that night the moon shined a lot brighter than usual, I sat out on my porch that night looking over to his......, realizing how much I missed seeing that old man, ......since it started getting late, I got up and began to walk in the house, ...but suddenly I heard a creak that sounded like a wooden chair, It was the old mans chair that started rocking back and forth like someone had just gotten up, I then looked at the time and realized..., That was the day I started appreciating, 11:59.
A story told about the next day in life.
Solfullpoetry
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21/M/Detroit
Feb 19, 2019
Feb 19, 2019 at 7:01 PM UTC
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