OPINIONS

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OPINIONS

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I have opinions

How I got them is unknown but not unusual

I have always had opinions

They have changed dramatically over time

The opinions I had as a teen

Look preposterous to me now

As a teen I would have fought tooth and nail

To defend my opinions from other opinions

I had strong feelings surrounding my youthful opinions

But in the end nobody took my opinions

They just eroded away and were replaced with new opinions

I dredged up from somewhere

I have no confusion about what my opinions are today

I hold them lightly, they are not my identity

I know one or more could fly away at any time

I am not my opinions

I am whatever manufactures opinions

From the raw material of life

If my opinions are different from the next person

That is not a reason to fight with them

Everyone is entitled to their opinions

They have the right to express their opinions

As I have a right to express mine

Transitory as they may be

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