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Feb 2019
"Strange Breed"

It's a strange breed we are
Wandering blindly in the mist
Stumbling, bumbling, rumbling and fumbling
Ranting and raving, pounding our fists

One thing's for sure
We think we know more than we do
When we start to believe
The shadow webs we weave, we're through

It's a strange breed we are
Winding our way through the days
Laughing and crying, living and dying
So helpless and lost along the way

It's a strange breed we are
Sharing and loving, heartless and cruel
Saints and sinners, losers and winners
Polished and fine like a jewel

One thing is true
It's me and it's you on this train
If we hold real tight, we'll get through the night
And the rain

One thing's for sure
There's always a door to go through
Grab hold of my hand and we'll get to the land
of the new

It's a strange breed we are
Wandering blindly through this mist
Mark Kelley
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Mark Kelley  64/M/Maine
(64/M/Maine)   
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