November 2011
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Stumble
I walk on by a lonely street.
It is long and winding
And, has no way of ending.
The houses seem rundown and beat,
No doors or windows open
To let passersby feel welcome.
The wind is strong and blows my hat away
But, I will myself to fight,
And hug myself a little more tight.
For, at the unseen end of that lonely way,
I know you’ll be standing in place
So I can stumble into your...
