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Jan 2021
You ponder tomorrow.

Tomorrow comes.

You sit back and think.

Hmm.

I wonder what tomorrow will bring.

Always,

Pondering tomorrow



JJB
Yesterday is not ours to recover, but tomorrow is ours to win or lose.
Lyndon B. Johnson

Yesterday's the past, tomorrow's the future, but today is a gift. That's why it's called the present.
Bil Keane
John Bartholomew
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John Bartholomew  44/M/Cambridge
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   mamta madhavan
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