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Tommorrow is on my calendar as is every day next week. I have interviews, appointments, Dinners at which I'll speak. I'll make some time for family and writing ,I suppose. I may find time to barbecue and to launder my work clothes. When evening comes I'll settle back with a glass of Pinot noir. I'm a transient immortal, I'm on loan here from a star. The future is a game; against ourselves we play We act as if we still have left forever and a day. In truth we all are transients For just this moment free. Self observing stardust poised t'wixt two eternities
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Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC
Transient Immortal
Tommorrow is on my calendar as is every day next week. I have interviews, appointments, Dinners at which I'll speak. I'll make some time for family and writing ,I suppose. I may find time to barbecue and to launder my work clothes. When evening comes I'll settle back with a glass of Pinot noir. I'm a transient immortal, I'm on loan here from a star. The future is a game; against ourselves we play We act as if we still have left forever and a day. In truth we all are transients For just this moment free. Self observing stardust poised t'wixt two eternities
Another Birthday
john-f-mccullagh
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63/M/American
Oct 26, 2012
Oct 26, 2012 at 8:21 PM UTC
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