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Post by Ken Corbett on Dec 1, 2005 14:36:36 GMT -5
Many a man doth stride along the winding road in carefree May, when bright birds fill the air with song and flowers weave beside the way. Woe betide the luckless soul who wanders past the harvest moon with no hope, no love, no goal and winter cometh all too soon. Ken
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Post by Elle Rush on Dec 1, 2005 20:55:36 GMT -5
Yes, it does. I love the photography and the poem- this road, well... it could be the road of many a dream. Great work, Ken!
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