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Thursday, March 11, 2010

The Riddler

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I once met a traveller on a black and white road,
In one hand, a rabbit foot; the other, a toad,
Said I to the stranger, “Whither wander you, friend? ”
The stranger to I, said “Till my journey doth end.”

At crossroads met I the stranger in red,
He gave a deep bow and nodded his head,
“Dost thou speak to the moon or speak to the sun? ”
I replied, “I do neither, for I speakest anon.”

This stranger I met in places so strange
Seemed so eloquent and witty in his exchange
I spoke to the traveller, asked him, “Where do you call home? ”
He said, “My friend, home is anywhere, where you aren’t alone.”
R K Summers
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Jodie Pollock 16 March 2010
I actually got goosebumps there.. amazing.. x
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