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Am I a wanderer? You would think surmise muse that after twenty five years with myself I would know All I have determined is that sometimes I lay awake Like an alien In my own bed And feel the holes worn in my feet by shoes standing too long in one place Maybe that's my answer or Maybe it just scares me to remain where the ground can keep tabs on me. Because if I do, then Life can Catch Up long enough to shake her Finger at Me til I Cry.
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Mar 2, 2011
Mar 2, 2011 at 3:09 PM UTC
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Am I a wanderer? You would think surmise muse that after twenty five years with myself I would know All I have determined is that sometimes I lay awake Like an alien In my own bed And feel the holes worn in my feet by shoes standing too long in one place Maybe that's my answer or Maybe it just scares me to remain where the ground can keep tabs on me. Because if I do, then Life can Catch Up long enough to shake her Finger at Me til I Cry.
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Mar 2, 2011
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