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Walking Home
The night was unbearably cold.
A large tower dawned on me,
Rustic and old.
And the field stretching as far as the eye could see.
Walking, walking walking,
Down the long country road.
I was freezing, but I kept,
Walking, walking, walking.
All of my family was waiting there,
Anxiously waiting for me to come.
This long walk is something I can hardly bear.
I must make it back before the rising sun.
And then, just over the hill,
I could see it only slightly,
My home sitting ever so still.
The love radiating so brightly.
I arrived. Hugs surrounded me like a swarm of bees.
My family greeted me so happily.
I was more happy that a monkey in a forest of trees.
There was no place I’d rather be.
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