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Walkers Lock and Key Bridge

Memories hidden in a unique way Travelers awed by nostalagia Bridge walkers stopping Unhurried, unconcerned about time Making their way slowly Methodical, meandering, milling teens Laughing at the ideas they derive from the locks Smiling because they are together and this is enough Locking out no one, Accepting all comers, Sharing their lives with people of every creed, Color, religion, of the world and every walk of life The locks on the bridge Will be remembered and dreamed of for Years to come, providing happiness and lovely smiles on those who remember and were touched.

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Date: 9/28/2019 5:10:00 AM
Lovely verse my friend...keep up the great work Caren...^WW^ :o)
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/28/2019 6:16:00 AM
Thank you WW. I have seen the photo and know one of these bridges is in Europe; do not remember the exact place.
Date: 9/27/2019 7:30:00 PM
I like to be unhurried and unconcerned with time myself Very good read. #Matt
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/28/2019 1:34:00 AM
I am unhurried NEVER.
Date: 9/27/2019 10:02:00 AM
It is good when we are forced to slow down. This is an enjoyable read. Hugs Rick.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/28/2019 1:34:00 AM
Thank you Rick.
Date: 9/27/2019 9:41:00 AM
Very nice visuals in this Caren. Good job!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/28/2019 1:34:00 AM
Thank you Eric.
Date: 9/27/2019 7:23:00 AM
The locks are a symbol of undying love and all the lovers that have come before us, Beautiful exposition of the charm of it all. Have a wonderful day xo
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 9/27/2019 7:32:00 AM
I saw the photograph, and I knew it was of memories, but I thought it was all memories, not truly understanding. Thank you!

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