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My walks

My walk it start form my beginning
It long , its fun ,there is people to be won
My journey is full of winding roads
I will walk through woods , go anywhere i could
I will see many faces and see many places
I will spend money and spend time
Walking past the memories gone
Happy time where things we won
Places ,faces, come and go but its down this winding road
Many folks at many times , which path to choose i can not choose
I flip a coin to what’s where
I feel the wind on to my face
This place its our we can call it home
These are some places that we see on our walks our journeys with me
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Lost in the woods

I find my self walking alone in the woods
Nothing around me just the bark ,trees and wood
I look in to the moon light and all i can see
Is the moon as he looks down on me
The further i walk the more that im lost
I look at my phone but the batteries are dead
I can even call you , to give me a lift
My body is tired now for it has been hours
I have no food or water , just a bunch of flowers
The thought of you waiting is driving me home
I wish i could call you ,i wish i was home
A few hour have passed now and i wish i was home
I want to hold you body a squeeze it in tight
In miss the smell of your sweet perfume scent
You hair , your hands and the letters you sent
The sun is now rising and the house i now see i cant wait to see you and feel you with me
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