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There is no boat that can carry you there; No wings that are able to fly you there. Your feet will stumble before they bring you. The door is forgotten & easily mistaken. Alas, it is forsaken; Multitudes pass.

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j-michael-jordan

American

Published: Feb 4, 2012
LinesWords: 739

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