Not Alone

I'm a person of habit. Every morning I walk to the park near my house. I was always the first one there. And left almost always before anyone else would come. You'd think I'd feel all alone, But I'd find footprints in the snow The evidence of a lively night life, That I missed. I... Continue Reading →

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