along the way
to
hea-
ven
passing
through hell
be-
tween
here there
count-
less
U
turns
can't be
made
many
lonely roads
for-
gotten
foot
prints left
be-
hind
blown
away-
by a last
breath
Banning the Bean Dashing home after third grade, I pushed aside our heavy front door and ran inside hollering, “Mom, I’m…” when the od...
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