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Feb 22
I thought of the impossible
concluded it was just my fantasy
A wish upon a star
and accepted it would not happen

but as I let the hours pass and the miles fly by
the silence of the lunch hour
the company for the 8 hours

I smile hiding the tears my heart wants to shed
holding up the wall I built so well
despite the cracks that form

I once more found a family
one that accepted me, for me
And allowed my companion to come

I thought to be just a dream
but the early mornings and late nights
the count down till a new change

and I smile
for once being happy
happy at work
happy at home
happy, in general
Writing of the Unknown
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   Rob Rutledge
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