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The weary traveler
Walk along the many roads,
to many to remember,
and hurry through the time we have,
just give a glance or two.
Do not see the sunsets,
listen not the sounds,
or gaze upon the trees.
Hurry, hurry on the way,
no time to stop and think.
And as we rush through our lives,
seldom do we see...
That in the end,
fore all that we believed was true,
will not matter in the least,
because it never did.
So stop and rest oh weary one,
life. ...should be....enjoyed.
to many to remember,
and hurry through the time we have,
just give a glance or two.
Do not see the sunsets,
listen not the sounds,
or gaze upon the trees.
Hurry, hurry on the way,
no time to stop and think.
And as we rush through our lives,
seldom do we see...
That in the end,
fore all that we believed was true,
will not matter in the least,
because it never did.
So stop and rest oh weary one,
life. ...should be....enjoyed.
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The weary traveler
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