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  • “Come to Zida’s and you just float along on a big cloud of joy.”
    Annie Portis
    Labor Day Weekend, 2003

    This is the time I want to remember forever
    This is the visit I will hold as the best of the best
    This is the feeling I have to exhibit
    When the rain is falling and the fire weak and
    Someone is fighting
    And I know I have to get in the foxhole too

    This is the love I have made of my life
    The friends that are family and family, friends
    The ones I like best, miss most, compare and hold up:
    This is what goodness means

    This is enjoyment with no holds barred
    This is laughter most light
    This is my life; I have made it
    I do not forget my part

    This is friendship most loyal
    Lacking only duty and grimness
    Everything to recommend it
    Even pride at its accomplishment and duration

    This is forgiveness and it works
    This is what I must recall
    When the wind blows off the water
    And I am mourning for a life

    I know it could come again, that,
    But this is what I must keep
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