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Time has but stood still
As I stand here at the crossroad of my life.
Wandering along the past of lonleness,
Aimless and alone.
Thought's drifting through my mind,
Of the happy time's in the past.
Thinking of the good time's;
But those have all but past.
Standing at the crossroad,
Which path I do not know?
For time but has stopped,
As I stand here at the crossroad.
The path of the past carved in stone.
The path of the future yet to be told.
Beverly Skarsvog 10-26-01
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