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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Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion.

T. S. Eliot (1888-1965) American-English poet and playwright.

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