
| The concourse spread a thousand miles before my eager mind With a million miles and thirty years about to be defied I turned that corner for the last ten yards and saw Boondocker’s eyes. A heartbeat pause; a tearful blink; Nancy stood a step behind We’d never met, the three of us, ©Anthony W. Pahl 19 December 2001 |
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