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Cold Toes

Chill'n,
Memories,
And cold toes...
Any where my mind wonders,
Any way the water caries me.

Drifting.
Farthur from the sea.
Through the bay.
Up the falls.
The stream takes me back.

The water sorrounds me now.
it takes me into the streams and rivers.
leading to the mountain top.
where I first felt the earth.
under bare feet.

Pushing me Back.
As I relive my memories.
Of youth and pain.
And of living in my past.
The memories there,
Are surely colder then I recall.





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