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Roll Me
The wind in my hair
Strands slapping my face
Puffy clouds in the air
Still keep me in place
~x~
The memory of him
Leads me on wild goose chase
Was it John or was it Jim
Was it earth or outer space?
~x~
He followed on chain
Till my pride broke him free
We will meet hope again
Maybe then he will lead.
~x~
I'll write me a book
Insert all Ps and Qs
Just stand back and look
Can anyone fill those shoes?
~x~
Copyright ©
Glenda S Ketchuck
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