Shoulda kept my mouth shut
Coulda been on the path of my dreams
Woulda it really have made a difference
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Thank you for reading my blog The pages within may have you running for grog Some started as letters that turned into poem Others are stories with a life of their own Time spent will not go to waste In the crisp mountain air the fire gains height Warmth and comfort on a heavenly night
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