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Even when I take a gnarly spill, mountain biking is still worth it. 
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Sometimes I feel like all of these things at once.  A little fun tonight with my name. It is my aspiration to be a good friend.  I often thought this thought in my anthropology classes, reading about conflicts through the ages and how closely they resemble the conflicts of today.  It was the annual tradition of the visit to the apple orchard in Wisconsin today. Always a treat.  Let's stop being apologetic for being mammals. Let's stop blaming ourselves for physiological processes. Let's say we all get to do what we want with our own hair.  My thoughts for today's poem were prompted by the contrast of the bustling downtown to the rural ghost towns we passed on our recent foray into the forest.  Flexible, not fickle. Carefree, not capricious.  It's hard to eat humble pie when you mess up. This is how it feels before you beg.  We really do have a great state fair.  When someone insults me, here's where I go.  Even though I am risk adverse, I love to play poker. I just prefer to play it low stakes. I still get a thrill!  |
AuthorCreative enthusiast, gregarious naturalist, opinionated activist, RYT 200. Amy Kay Czechowicz completed a poetry challenge for 2018 and 2020 by posting an original poem daily to this blog. She writes here occasionally to drop nuggets of wisdom she picks up along her way. You can read her poems and posts by clicking and exploring below! Search Poems
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