Walk, walks, walking.
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There he walks, holding your hand.
You may not see him but in time you will understand
He guides you gently down the path that was meant for you
Through the grass glistened with morning dew
As you walk in the darkness he lights the way
protects you from danger all through the day
You go through life never truly knowing
but one day you’ll be in the heavens glowing..
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I trod up the sidewalk
on my way to school
and the whole time wishing
my feet were rockets
and I could blast straight off
at top speed, high and
up to the clouds, swishing
by trees and birds,
to then land in no time
in my morning class,
smile at the teacher
and have him wonder
at the smoke from my feet.
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In groups they march
Pepper flakes over the open white
Theirs is the only movement
Beside the snow itself
Huddled down together
Packed in for warmth
Perhaps the cold
is why they choose to walk
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A walk with a girl
is always either the end
or the beginning.
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Poop has once again disturbed my evening stroll.
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