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A collection of poetry dealing with getting over the past and a hope of a better tomorrow. |
| the path i walk is traveled some footprints are like open pits some steps as light as morning dew some pick up where they left off and some disappear never to be seen again the path i walk has perils broken bottles pouring out emotions bags slowly dripping out like sand the time i've spent has named it's price and i can never buy it back again the path i walk was lonely but now the ranks are filling in comrades against a common threat poised for war, we do recover and we never have to go back there again -m.m. Morris |