Gustave Dore
the Track
Down
This Path
Hard
as Stone
&
I
Wonder
If I
Will Ever
Know
the Comforts
of Hearth
&
Home
Miles
of UnEnding
Road
Have
Left me
Callous
&
Cold
&
Many
a Night
I Yearn
For the
Earthy
Bed
of Loam
At the
End
of Life
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