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Tuesday, 13 December 2011

Journeying (P)



Point A to B is indescriminite
The length between is not definitive.
Though I don't know what i'll find
Whether life or nought i scarcely mind.
Either emerald field or barren place
I'll see them all with time to waste.
I have no care or goal insured
The journey itself is its own reward.

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