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Jul 2020
I wonder what was on his mind
Stopping beside the woodland snow.
Did he wish he hadn’t been so kind?
I wonder? What was on his mind
With home and hearth so far behind,
And still with sleepless miles to go?
I wonder what was on his mind
Stopping beside the woodland snow?
Bill Adair
Written by
Bill Adair  M/Stirling, UK
(M/Stirling, UK)   
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