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he was all over the map

here, there

every place I wanted to be
 
 
and was

and I know

(but won’t)

how our paths crossed stars

–Plexiglass aside

the be point

was a straight shot,

see,

–and curve of wobbly wheels

rutted circles,

‘kay,

but cart’s behind

equine now

–oh!

and novel approach–

more Thomas Guide. . .

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I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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