you’ll go riding with the winds and the truckers,
and girls waiting for boys on the kerb and women waiting for husbands at windows will look up at the sky
they’ll pretend they’re not trying to catch your eye.
it’s that season.
all men go home in this season.
and i go walking in the park, many circles
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What you writing is truly out of this world... touching... keep at it... (smiley) Looking forward to the next one... it keeps up my spirits...
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