#199

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i see the end of my path

the road is on its last bend

the sun is rising on the horizon

my journey is nearly at an end


i have been through my imagination

dug out every story i could

used up my inspiration

like i knew i would


i have taken you join journeys

showed a bit of myself

made you laugh, made you cry

now ...

i can put this book on the shelf


i am a little tired

and it has been a bit of a strain

but the joy of writing

outweighs the pain


so, one last deep breath

and finish this rhyme

put this one to bed

#199

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