The Wanderer
The Wanderer went a wandering
Down a winding Lane
The Wanderer went a wandering.
And was never seen again.
Now if you go a wandering,
down the lane He loved the most.
You might happen on the Wanderer.
But onley as a Gohst.
NJR 7/3/13
Copyright © Norman Russell | Year Posted 2013
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