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Answers They run from me, in uneven stride. To grasp them, near impossible. Turn once, my head, they'll duck and hide. To loose in this, unthinkable! With shrewd devotion, I'll remain Upon the trail they�ve left for me. I'll close upon them, once again. Footprints, only, will I see. Though ignorance and bold-faced lies Will cloud my view and distract my mind, I�ll persevere, be patient and wise Until the answers, at last, I'll find. Douglas Fletcher 9/12/02 |
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