01 June 2015

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I know you are weary,
my feet hurt just the same.
We are all wandering.
It's ok.
Rest your head on my poem,
let your body, and most important,
your mind be still.
The great traveler told me to seek shelter here.
Drink the cool waters, and quench the spirit.
I will stop here for a time and rest.




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