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A Stranger Passed By

We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye.

A BLANK PAGE

My mind has trouble conveying my thoughts
To my hand and the pen that I hold
I try to put the words onto paper
So my poem can begin to unfold.

Let’s do Poetry…

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.