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Jan 2022
Unsettled

So strange the roads we choose
The journey’s we embark
We hope we pray, that we don’t lose
Lose our way, our sight, it can be dark

Troubled is a state I live
Guessing, wandering, why
Just trying to love, to give
I hope I make an impact before I die

Never have I been one to hide
My world, my feelings are there to be seen
Wishing I had someone to confide
Life it seems has some irony, I ponder my dream
Written by
Michael Southerland
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   DENNY R ALLISON
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