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Dec 2015
The course of a cloud is not my course.
The void of the sky is not my void.
The shifting wind’s not blowing in my direction.
Life is no longer up in the air.

Today the lines in my hand are my map.
All roads lead everywhere.
Today there is no walking away,
Only walking.
Merry Christmas, fellow poets!
David Adamson
Written by
David Adamson  M/Silver Spring, MD, USA
(M/Silver Spring, MD, USA)   
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