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Riding Wistful Horses ~ Alastair Adamson
Sitting here and thinking how
My life much richer is now
For all the ones I've chanced upon
And the tapestry that was spun
There was a time when no one came
No friends to play in childhood game
No one to shelter from the rain
Nor the adolescent pain
Yet in my inner heart I knew
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