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Jan 2011
What do I miss the most
As I watch these human ghosts
Walk endlessly within the mind
Not able to stop and find
Simple answers to the questions
Making it a huge election
Instead of stopping to feel
Is the beating heart real
Does blood flow through my veins
When I bleed does it stain
Ah let's think about that some more
Because we may open a closed door
What would happen as it creaks
Slightly open where light seeks
Will we actually step forward to see
That is the true question to be
Maybe then we would understand
The ghost that we are walking this land
Written November 2010
Written by
Carol Huizinga  Okotoks
(Okotoks)   
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