Tuesday, March 12, 2013

Picking Up

I peer back through my past. I can't look too far
Without having to question how folks are who they are.
I've been rolling downhill through my months and my years,
Picking bits up off the landscape, which I take when I leave.
I still hold habits close I got from folks I never see,
Which the people in my life now all associate with me.

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