You call my name from time to time, but it's not yours.
You ran through the ages, starting off on all fours.
Life holds many, what you call doors.
Mines always open. The choice is yours.
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Author:
Noah (
Offline) - Published: March 15th, 2018 16:42
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Comments1
Good one Noah..... he's always an option - nice to know if things get too bad!
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