Regrets

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Regrets

I sit here pondering what if?
I think back on days gone by if only?
I wonder sometimes maybe I should of?
I reminnisence that maybe I could of?
I am one man who should of, would of, could of.
Then I remember that I already did those things and that's why I have no regrets. 

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The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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