Jon Yttri
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I would pay much more than I can ever afford
To undue the harm I have done.
Maybe God makes us bad at first
So we'll be better in the long run.
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My rich uncle loved me so much, he wouldn't include me in his will.
Because he didn't want me as a suspect in case he was murdered.
Nowhere is a compliment met with less gratitude than at a funeral.
Anyone who tells you he is afraid of death, can't be speaking from experience.
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I'm an pessimist.
I heard it will snow.
I'm an optimist.
I heard it will be ideal for skiing, snowing, and building snowmen.
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The crack and shine of opening a new textbook.
The feeling of too warm to wear a t-shirt under my shirt in the afternoon and too cold in the morning not to wear one.
The sparkling new desk on the first day of class.
Standing single-file in a crowded line carrying a tray in the cafeteria.
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Alligators have long jaws.
Lions have sharps claws.
A giraffe has a neck that reaches and reaches.
Fish go to school, but nobody teaches.
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Nostalgia is wondering what every place was like a century ago.
Nostalgia is visiting a place just because you like what used to be there.
Nostalgia is preferring record albums to cds and videotapes to dvds.
Nostalgia is preferring a mediocre old movie to a good new one.
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I know of a champion, a hero for our age.
You will not find in comic book, TV screen, or stage.
He has no magic cape to send him through the sky.
But he hastens to the rescue at each and every cry.
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Travel, travel, wherever you go.
Spending your money like h20.
Seeing the monuments, tasting the food.
Trying to limit what you can't include.
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I remember in my youth
I wasted time, to tell the truth.
There's one addiction which I had
I never broke, for good or bad.
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I don't care if you believe in God
Or proof for Him you find unsound.
We're not in the everlasting,
Our feet still touch the ground.
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In days before I was full-grown
I longed for a milestone.
In mid-May when buds would peak
The final end of school week.
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Just because I'm so hard up
For someone to share time,
Doesn't mean you have to up
And give me a hard time.
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Common sense says you're happy rich,
Sad if you are poor.
There's no joy for those with less,
Only those with more.
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Fresh new books sit on the rack.
Never seen a single crack.
With these books I have it made.
For the world I would not trade.
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The most beautiful part of the sky is the blue.
The most beautiful part of the day is when it's new.
The most beautiful part of the sea is the isle.
And the most beautiful part of the face is the smile.
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A better day awaits tomorrow.
A time that's better than the one we now know.
A world will come along
That's not merely for the strong
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I don't like French.
Too many letters, not enough sound.
I don't like Russian.
Looks like alphabet soup, wherever it's found.
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Books are bicyles on which you settle.
You can always arrive, but you must pedal.
Movies are trains that roll down the track.
Your trip is assured and a crowd you don't lack.
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Jon Yttri Biography
I was born in Milwaukee. Later, I moved with family to Glencoe, Illinois: a suburb of Chicago. Later, they moved to Stockton, Illinois; midway between Rockford, Illinois and Dubuque, Iowa; to edit a newspaper. They later moved to Evansville, Wisconsin, midway between Madison and Janesville. They edited a newspaper there too. After graduating high school, I attended junior college at Richland Center, and college at UW-Whitewater. I majored in journalism. I never graduated. After my mother died, I moved in with my father, who relocated to his boyhood home of Stoughton,16 miles southeast of Madison. I worked as a security guard. My father died after I relocated to Madison. I worked as a page in the Wisconsin state assembly. I worked in the dishroom of a restaurant, Ovens of Brittany. I worked as a courier at the University of Wisconsin. I quit to devote full time to my writing. I was a poor student and a poor athlete in school. I never had a girlfriend until recently. When I was a teenager I used to hate myself. Later I decided the only reason I had for hating myself was the mere fact that I did.)
The Best Poem Of Jon Yttri
Guilt
I would pay much more than I can ever afford
To undue the harm I have done.
Maybe God makes us bad at first
So we'll be better in the long run.
If I could only have done what now makes sense,
And rewrite my own history book;
I'd use the advantage I was than denied-
The gift of a backward look.
The one who committed these foolish deeds,
Wasn't me, but someone else in my body.
Now I hope I'm more mature and enlightened
And a little less morally shoddy.
You may have been hurt by the venom I've uttered
By the sting of my black poison tongue.
If I only knew then how I would feel
On the day I was no longer young.
Hurt might you have been by my words
But not nearly so much as I.
In your world, they may have long ago faded;
But in mine, they will never die.
Time never gives us a second chance.
It does, but it's no quite the same.
Time can change your heart and your will,
But it can never undo your shame.
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If you do not know what you want to do, you know you won't do what you want.
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