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Nov 2020
I was once a Wolf and
ran free in the woods,
Now I'm a tired old dog
that hides in the barn.
Such is the way of aging
and change.
Knowing one's place
Is a necessary perspective.
And the barn provides a
sense of serenity not always
found in the woods.
Written by
Stephen E Yocum  M/North Western Oregon
(M/North Western Oregon)   
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