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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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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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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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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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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Welcome to Rainbow Paint Company.
We were founded in 1869.
Before that we were lost.
The factory is divided into rooms.
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I have no fear of being on a boat,
I cannot swim, I have no coat,
And the weather's record chilly.
All the captain's naval skill
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Concrete ceiling, rubber floor.
Is this the window or the door?
Every wall and pillow bleached.
Operating room lamps easily reached.
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So what if man stands six foot two
Weighs 228 from head to shoe?
He could have mass that's solid hard,
Or he could be full of lard.
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Here's some info I will share:
Some of my best friends have hair.
Not only on top of head,
But their whole hide, it must be said.
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Why do some folks have names
Which are famous world around?
And others names which only
In the phone book can be found?
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South America is not men in white suits and string bowties;
Women in hoop skirts; fried chicken and moon pies.
The Netherlands and the Philippines are not families.
Nor is Oman is guy who isn't manly.
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I sit at the desk
While they conduct the interview.
I tell of my experience
Some of it even true.
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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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