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The
Path
There
is a winding, twisting path
Its
end cannot be seen
But
to that end right from the start
Are
many miles between
There
is a turn off to the right
It
smoothes out for a ways
But
bumps and potholes hide ahead
Could
be that way for days
Then
comes a fork, one way goes up
One
goes directly down
It
is a choice that must be made
You
cannot go around
The
path goes through sunshine and storms
Fowl
weather and most fair
A
bit is dark and dangerous
And
others light as air
While
strolling on this endless path
Once
in a little while
Look
back at fondest memories
Remember
with a smile
(c)
"Amalthea Celebras" K.C. Fahel 28 June 1995
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