Seize the day; wrestle the hour; sit on the second.

The current is has the best fizz.

To live inside the here — gawk, clap, hoot and cheer!

Hug the now; kiss the “Wow!; take a vow.

Fools drink a case of was; the wise drink up a lake of does.

There is not when is was not.

The present is not was or will, but mill and swill and drill and grill.

The present is the illusion that time is standing still.

Nothing says something like this thing.

The now is ever “Ow!” and “Wow!”

No love is good love like your love.

The present invokes the past and then cheers as death is hauled away feet first by the future.

 

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