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Apr 20
Long strides
His flashing coattails on the countryside
Winding like a sight but for a desperate moment
No less in his footprints often found

But as a pumping heart with a walking pulse  
And a wondering mind no more contrived
He knows not yet instead
He decides
When he's comin down the hills - Did I post this already?

Can't recall...
Seanathon
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Seanathon
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