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Stories from the Wood


Every piece of driftwood

Has a story to tell

Every roamer

Has a soul to sell

Every loner

Has been to hell


I've sat on the back

Of freight trains

Watched the tracks

clicking and ticking

Like an old grandfather clock

A few minutes before midnight

A few moments of respite


Sandy beaches

Pebbled shores

Rocky cliffs plunging

Forever more


I run my finger

on the smooth driftwood

a pirate ship once

that sailed the seven seas

I too, once, was free


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