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MY TRAVELS |
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As I walk along this path I choose to follow |
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It takes me over hills and through the hollows |
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I meet new people at every turn |
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Never stopping to ask what they have learned |
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In their travels thru this electronic land |
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It is the traveling ...seeing new place that I yearn |
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I never ran across anywhere or any one that made me want to give a hand |
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To my fellow man |
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I just spoke what was on my mind as I crossed this land |
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Till one day I came to this never ending meadow |
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The flowers were so beautiful |
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The songbirds were bountiful |
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I met a lady .... a very lovely lady |
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She was beautiful.. even though I had never laid eyes on the lady |
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Seems I have known her forever |
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She was always there with the kindest of words |
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Ready to give a helping hand |
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She kept the meadow ... so full of life |
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But now ... she has to face some strife |
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The flowers have dulled in color.. |
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The birds have hushed their songs |
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For they like myself .. do miss the lady.. |
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We will together quietly await the return of this lady |
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We will keep her in our prayers |
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Cause we love this lady |
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Our very special friend and fellow poet |
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Thank you for having the Meadow |
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Hurry back ... Joyce |
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IcyHeart |
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