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Strolling

 I met you strolling in the park
A wistful beauty sad and hurt
So much I felt the pain.
I was unready, so I thought
To start another life,
But walked the park again
And stayed to walk it yet again.
Where this may lead I do not know
must not ask....Whom to ask?
The future not mine to know,
I can but cast a backward glance
see from whence I came
remember every stone I tripped
each muddy patch I trod.
There will be hills to climb
And risks to take,
No more than yesterday.
No less than tomorrow
The way twist and turn.
look no further than the bend,
enjoy each hedge and verge,
the line is straight between
from now to then.
It is the road that turns .
Kexby
Written by Kexby (john rickell)
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