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Dec 2013
I go out for walks,
Sometimes till dawn,
I do not choose where i go
i just walk
and let my feet take me,
More often than not,
I find myself walking
the same path to your door,
Almost three miles each night,
But then i remember
i have no place there
and am faced with turning back
and heading home,
Sad and lonely.
Yet again
James Plummer
Written by
James Plummer  Stevenage
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