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Feb 2013
Life is a runaway train,
Running on rails of solid steel,
Invisible as tomorrow and impossible to steer.

But freedom lies in runaway trains,
With no rails, and no fixed route,
No future, no past.
It takes us into the wild of our lives.
Into the wild by LP.
Judi Romaine
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