my earliest memory was a little voice
that told me I had a choice
I could pick good or bad
tell the truth or lie
and be happy or sad
I was free to decide
whether to be nice or snide
that little voice is still with me
and will be as far as I can foresee
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Author: Dave Stancliff
Retired newspaper editor/publisher, veteran, freelance writer, blogger. Married 47 years (8/31/74). Independent thinker. A sense of humor. Defender of truth. Give my poems, essays and short stories a read. I look forward to feedback. Write on!
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