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Created on: July 13, 2008
I wonder sometimes,
at the wonder sometimes
thrown at me from across the room.
You always told me we could
see good things for us but could you tell if we were only dreaming?
It's a wonder anyone could, or should, see anything good,
but a family,
Purpose otherwise is an anomaly.
And so I wander,
and wonder why you wonder,
but not wandering, you find yourself...
lost?
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