Walking. Poem by Roy Storey
Walking.
Walking
with our friends
and you.
Walking
passing time
not much to do.
Walking
parting on the corner
we go our derferent ways.
Seeing you again
tomorrow
helps me through today.
Thursday, February 1, 2007
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8/28/2026 4:20:47 AM # rel_20260827T145718Z_a0f1bd3
Roy, Yes, there are few more satisfying things in life than walking, especially walking with a friend, even not saying a word for blocks, for miles, just being who we are, together. Thanks, Phillip