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Brown splintered wood
connected by iron rail, winding, bending, unending, climbs the horizon I trail. Crushed, the gravel spreads on shaded country roads; weaving, dipping, unending, where I venture all alone. Turbulent, brilliant water, rushing amid foiled squalls; howling, singing, unending, as I charter nature's calls. Cloudless pale blue vault, hurling metal in your sky; just shy of heaven unending I begin to fear to fly. Always & Forever
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