There will never be another.
There will never be another sky like the one I saw today as the sun died,
or another moon like the one I saw last Wednesday night as mother and I sat in the car outside the house and listened to the crickets chirp.
There will never be another day like the one I had today when I met a little boy in the hospital and his father, the FedEx man who delivers my packages everyday.
There will also never be another cookie like the one I ate next to the boy in the hospital as we played Connect Four and laughed at the nurses Pebble's style bun.
There will never be another mug of root beer as biting as the one I drank next to my brother as we watched the football game on the ice cream parlors 52 inch screen,
or another leather seat like the one in my brother's little Ford, stained with Mountain Dew and grease from the bowling ball lanes.
There will never be another person like me, on a day like today.
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