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Oct 2018
Where have I been?
Air cools, steam rises,
Endless circles returning.
Where am I?
As the rain drops,
Dangerous puddles forming.
Where do I go?
Forward of course, out,
Yet unanswered.
Where will I end?
Sheets of gray unknown,
Moving ghostly along.
The title says more than the poem.
Written by
Randy  56/M/FL
(56/M/FL)   
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