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Thinking
About Something Or
Someone
After A Long Ride Home
The
wind, the rain, the world;
It's
a day like any other,
Full
of memories.
What to say
As
the windows rattle,
As
the branches sway
And
another lonesome train whistle
Echoes
in the distance?
Some way,
We'll
begin, find words,
Speak
of things gone long ago,
And
ask the old questions.
B.K.
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