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Puzzling BeautyHow did she get here Why so much fear She belongs you see But she longs to be free Sitting midst the beauty which matches her own Still wonders....which way is home I am tangled and caught Which way should I go, which way should I not She'll wait another day Asking....Push ahead or should I stay The path is not clear That's the way of the world my dear T. Drew October 2, 2005 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades Vote for this poem
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