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Wick Fields
- Apr 15, 2018
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The Road

by Wick Fields

Somewhere down that road

There is an old friend waiting by a fire

He knows you all too well

And he's ready to laugh with you

At all the old stories.

The cruelty of the long night

Has nothing on those flames.

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