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Feb 2021
we all went running
as kids
along the steep
forest path
I was misguided, misled
so now, I run down here
I keep parallel, but there is
no coming back,
that I know of
a minor ravine ahead
that is where my path will
lead
and I am guessing
that all the little beetles
will come out to play and
to eat
Written by
A M Laursen
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