It seems there is an evil
Slant to what is on the hill.
It is there I wander at night,
But sometimes get a chill.
I have to wonder why I go,
There is no reason, yet I go.
I am just an old man left
To wander as my thoughts say so.
We can blame many things
For the mistakes we make.
But once corrected, never again
Will I make the same mistake.
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Love ya!
Jane