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    wandering

    i was walking just wondering really no place to go

    just following my two feet and wherever they go

    i was looking just seeing but not the first time for me

    i was hearing not listening and people keep talking to me

    should i listen or keep walking i dont know will see

    i heard my name from behind so i turned to see

    there was no one at least not anyone familiar to me

    so i keep walking just seeing maybe hearing all there is for me

    sense of direction is good so im turning west for a while

    maybe a liitle north i see mountains thats the place to be

    too flat here so north west thats the direction for me

    but more west then north too far north its cold you see

    im thinking dry heat long days so the desert is where i will be

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    If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

    Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

    Disheau’s Poems (16)

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