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Sunday, November 06, 2005

the long way

the long way

over passes
and bridges
under        i went
with you driving winters
on waters frozen
wondered how you’d feel about
sharing a pillow
when we had two

dry highways
3 routes to a cabin
in a cold Manitoba
plated wagon you chose
the long way

for the scenery
that road found
a longer view
of your face
Posted by Raymond Marias at Sunday, November 06, 2005

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