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A short trip home (Free verse) by titan69

Who knows what lurks in the depths of the deep dark forest? Who knows? Who knows what hides in the quiet corners of the wood? And who is that strange figure that stands in the trees by the path? straight and still. Whos footsteps follow me as i head for home? Who knows?????.

edpeterson 6-Jun-04/2:59 PM
abraham lincoln with a curling iron

in his pants.




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