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Sunday, July 27, 2008

Wanderlust

Twas on a weekend, now gone two, That son and I had gone
To place of wash, remove all goo, And car again make shone
And in this time of wait, car clean, The Lens portray a view
Of longing, would you too not glean, The thoughts that did ensue

Suspect I do his mind not here, Please read my post of last
The post of wing, and often prayer, His mind race to there, fast?

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