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  • Lizard on the side of the road.

    2009 - 10.14

    Wind rattles dead branches, clinking skeletal bones.

    Silent witness to perpetual change

    The Sun beats down on the next in line.

    It’s often we don’t know which

    It is often we are alone

    But seldom are adventures hid

    If one knows where to roam

    Many thoughts, Many roads, Many faces.



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