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Looking For Your Cabin
I got out of yesterday
And I think I’ll miss
Tomorrow,
It’s nice here
I like it here
It has that comfortable
Feel of a well worn sweater,
An old pair of shoes,
Your words and thoughts
Like hot breath on the
Back of my neck
Still linger,
I could stay days,
Weeks, months,
Hell who knows,
At least until if and when
Your words and thoughts
Might begin to fade,
Then I will carry on
Wandering the forests,
Looking for your cabin.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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