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Lines In Between
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by
The Ironhorse Writer
© 2/24/2006
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No roots to bind us
A turned page behind us
An unfinished chapter ahead
Thus, the story goes
This wayward life we chose
Are the lines, in between, never read
Society, ever demanding
Seldom understanding
Eyes, the window to one's soul
In their box, forever blind
Out of sight, out of mind
Square pegs within a round hole
A Homage inherent
For us, apparent
This blessed curse dwells within
Words shall never state
Nor deeds fabricate
That which is scribed upon the wind
Alone or astride
Fulfilling "our" ride
Of which, better left unsaid
The highway unwinds
Between it's lines
Are the lines, in between, never read
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