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Life's fun when young
At forked road, find
Two hands are empty
Grasping at straws
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Doris Cornago
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Doris Cornago 04 June 2018

This poem is dedicated to the King of Alley cats still on that forked road to Never-Never Land, where I hope to find him when I go on a long road trip sometime soon. Hoping to do that E A Poe-ish epic poem soon. Remember this, my friends, whenever you are heavy with poems, give birth, don't abort. Fetch me and I'll ride along.

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