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Aug 2015
I feel less depressed when it blows and rains
seeing the sunshine makes me too wistful
- cyclists and walkers and campers go past
and I havn't walked any distance now for seven odd years
except of course in my imagination
and hope carries me as far as Heaven
a short distance I know, but you can travel that road forever.
Written by
nivek
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