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A dusty old town-so quiet
a man, a traveler
takes off his pack-so heavy
and reclines for a rest.

they dont know his name, they never do
they wont even bother to ask
he troubles them-his mysterious past
leads them to prejudiced views

but were one to ask, for if naught but a name
what would this traveler say- would he speak?
a word, no. a name, he would give them and pass
"Im Wanderer, the world is my street."

Wanderer-what a name
does it signify much of his life
or is it a code- a cypher?
an enigma to his past.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2011

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Date: 6/13/2011 7:20:00 AM
A warm welcome to PoetrySoup I offer to you Hannah. I wish for you the best in your writing endeavors whatever they may be. May you find inspiration by reading some of the poetry written here by other poets. Read and comment on their's and they will return in kind. May the sun shine on you that you might find great joy in your life. Love and blessing always, Carol
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Date: 6/11/2011 7:12:00 PM
Welcome to Poetry Soup.. so enjoyed reading your creative poetry tonight.. enjoy the site as u continue to share words with luv..
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Date: 6/11/2011 3:30:00 PM
Creative and thought provoking write, Hannah
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Date: 6/11/2011 4:51:00 AM
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