I was told to not look down!
It made me wonder; and so... I ponder'd;
and wander'd. Yonder, by the fence of the road,
I lean'd - gently - o'er my Bently, breathing
deeply for our home. So far away.
There I figure out, what the fuss was all about.
I could see our home, more beautiful than e'er before, but
- not a single ache of yore!
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Author:
Rin the Magnificent (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 4th, 2024 03:08
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
Excellent
Thanks a ton, Tony!
You're welcome
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