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Yeah…I Know You Do

And maybe that’s what’s best.

I just want this to be over.
Wait no…there’s lots of good reasons to live.
I’ve just got to figure out what they are and that would require me to do some serious deliberating.

I’m always in the mood to scorch stones beneath my feet.
Always in the mood to hear the sound of your voice.
You better say something cause I don’t have much to say at all.

I love to pick blueberries.
My grandmother and I used to go on a lot of walks together with a white strainer. We’d pick and collect them together.
She didn’t say very much as she picked hers. She was always focused on the task at hand and laughed at my silly jokes or quizzical musings.

I was just a young lad anyway and I’m sure she thought I was a little cheese-ball.
I always thought a big black bear was going to spring out of the bush unexpectedly and without warning.

Mark, where’s the shove-it’s?
Mar-r-r-k, my branches my poor branches.

We all have our own memories don’t we?,

Matthew R. Polkinghorne

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