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Mar 2020
I beseeched along the road I walked, these things I held so dear
Hoping all along one day to see my path laid clear
Those dreams I had of her and I
These stones that I’ve collected
Now litter my past, that went so fast, more so than I expected
Written by
Jamison Bell
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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