Let’s start with the present and move on from there.I am in my bed in Saskatoon.I’ve slipped back into my other very familiar stream of my life.Everything is almost the same.Except there’s a new bench at the side entrance of my house.The Ford Escort had been totaled and replaced with… a Ford Escort, but a newer model, more sporty.Dad has a couple more grey hairs in his beard.Oh, and there is now a neighbor kid two doors down who practices his bagpipes on his driveway every day after school...
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Ok, I need some feedback on this poem, especially from Vancouverites... I'm presenting it as part of a project this weekend. This project is what I've been so busy with that I haven't been able to blog... along with the exam I'm writing tomorrow morning. Pray for me! More to come soon...