I TIRE
Sometimes, but not much.
Mostly I keep going. The
evening tide of the human
ride I know is soon upon
me, but where I go is where
I get, I guess. Now is not a
time to rue my fate.
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The Winter has winds that
still await : blowing forth
the aggression and the snow.
I will sit and wait. I will
not go.
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