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Our feet have different paths trod Our minds have been nurtured by people from places far apart Our moms knew different ways Our dads did not march to drummer same Our paths crossed And crossed again Somewhere, sometime We chose to cross the line that divides Friend from acquaintance Carefully we nurtured that part of us That creates a place for each to grow Beyond what we might have been Had he gone east And I gone West When last we met I have walked this way before With Male With female Few there be can stand the test Stay the course 'Till in death the parting comes Time will tell if this is true Of you Of me Silently she watches Patiently she waits Tomorrow… she speaks |
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