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If I had my life to live over,
I'd try to make more mistakes next time.
I would relax. I would be sillier than I have been this trip.
I know of very few things I would take seriously. I would take more chances.
I would take more trips.
I would climb more mountains, swim more rivers and... watch more sunsets.
I would eat more ice cream and less beans.
I would have more actual troubles and fewer imaginary ones.
You see, I am one of those people who live prophylactically and sanely and sensibly,
Hour after hour, day after day.
Oh, I have had my moments and, if I had to do it over again, I'd have more of them.
In fact, I'd try to have nothing else. Just moments, one after another.
If I had my life to live over,
I would start bare-footed earlier in the spring and stay that way later in the fall.
I would play hooky more... would ride on more merry-go-rounds
I'd pick more daisies!
- Poem From a Harley-Davidson Ad
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