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Feb 2014
Serenely sliding past my sighing windows pane
They see the sights I've never seen and visit heights I've never been.
What jealous thoughts have I of late of clouds whose will never wait
For me to follow them around the globe far removed from this abode.
I yearn for wanton whims and fancy with no reproach from nagging Nancy
For wanderlust has gripped me fast in Iron fist with wit to last
Until I cave to wilful wander while we wish each will to ponder.
So strike me free from fear and shed last lifes lonely tear!
Fortune favours the bold I'm told so ******, I've life to live till life gets old!
I'll chase those clouds across the seas, through barren deserts and towering trees
I'll see the sights' I've never seen, go those heights I've never been,
And all the while I search and yearn for lifes new lessons yet to learn.
Come join me on my vast crusade, from now when young till last hand's played.
Written by
Brock Hargreaves  Victoria
(Victoria)   
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