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THE ROAD WE TRAVEL.
The long and winding road of life Each of us must wander, May be a road of bumps and turns - Puzzlements to ponder. Our road could be a vast landscape, Or just a shady lane. Sometimes we take a backward pace And other times - we gain. We saunter into Turnberry Street, Approach old friends and new - Compare our lives and stay awhile And cherish friendships true. In our twilight years, we look back And view from whence we came. It matters not if we won or lost, But how we played the game.
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