Through a street of
cobblestones unset with
cement still drying,
I walk with you
by my side, strolling along
this road not taken,
but somehow, strangely familiar --
fear walks with us, though I
am glad that it only follows
way in the back,
several steps behind...
o.g. 2/18/07
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