There is a time for pledging
and a time for all-forgotten
and most of all, for chasing
after youth, racing pell-mell
to slow the interminable plod
that is year after folded year
after how-did-I-get-here tears.
I don't eat ice cream anymore.
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And now that you don't have to be perfect, you can be ---good.