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WANDERINGS |
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Took a step, Turned around, Doubled back, New path was found Fork in the road! No map in sight. Should I stop and sit? Turn left? Turn right? A pack of wolves! Teeth flashed at my heels! I lept into the stream and fled to the hills New places, new faces Bright little town. Wandered through the village and staked my own patch of ground. Family sent word, "Why must you roam? Come back to our safe arms, come back to your home." But I could not go back, and did not want to stay. Yet something held me here day after day The lost soul inside no longer weeps. The traveling gypsy inside now peacefully sleeps. A perilous journey, yes, that is true but the wanderings ceased when the steps led to you. --CRONIN DETZZ |
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