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Dec 2020
We leave many things behind
when we a cross a bridge.  
On the other side people look at us
and wonder how we see them.
We wonder, too,
how they see us.
But once we’re there
We see that we are the same.
If we look back we see the deep river
that divided us,
and the bridge that made us one.
Written by
John Hayes  78/M/Pittsburgh, PA
(78/M/Pittsburgh, PA)   
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