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Wanderd corridors
of lighted rooms
Rutted and trailed
over years of steps,
Leading and led,
Seeing and fed,
Noting the moving things,
Hearing the rooster rings,
Familar faces
In roving places
Waiting our next touch.
Copyright © Wm Paul | Year Posted 2012
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