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Somewhere
Between the city of Regret,
Full of turns I took
and did not,
And Worrytown,
Full of turns yet to come,
Sometimes
Off to the side of the road
I stop,
And remember:
Moving on down the road
It's not always good
To stare in the rear-view
Or strain ahead
For signs along the way.
In the end,
It's more about Who
You ask to take the wheel. |
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