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I sat and I wondered, to myself in my head, what shall I do before going to bed? "There's not much day left; there's no time ...

Saturday, May 21, 2011

Poem 219: LOST

I planned to take the path that I
had researched 'fore I left.
I packed my bag up 'just in case' 
buying safety with its weight.  
Then in the middle of my hike
I realized with a sigh:
The map I made was off an inch
and I was in an unknown place.
Dancing in the hands of fate...
LOST without a guide.

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