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No Arrival
I charted once a course to gold,
a place wherein I might take hold
of everything I ever wished.
Retire there; enjoy the bliss.
But every time I thought that I
was finally there, I’d stop and try
to take my rest and grab the things
that I expected such to bring.
But each time I found to my dread,
the land of gold lay still ahead.
And on and on this cycle went
...Saturday 16th March 2024 10:41 am
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