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Thursday, December 29, 2016

Along a Colorado Trail


And as we wind on down the road,
Our shadows taller than our souls,
There walks a lady we all know,
Who shines white light and wants to show,
How everything still turns to gold,
And if you listen very hard,
The tune will come to you at last,
When all are one and one is all,
To be a rock and not to roll.

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