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Nov 2014
stepping stones over water,
do not falter my steps,
I move clumsily and lumber,
easily trudging here and yonder,
checking out my swagger,
I saunter and I strut,
strolling no apparent aim,
walk a mile in my shoes,
you shall surely stumble.
karen champagne
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karen champagne  nh
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   Joyce Kelly Buni and Erenn
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