Stranger(III)

by Xyber   Apr 17, 2006


Like the glory of a sailboat at sea, we fly through the combers big and small,
we huddle aboard in the bounty of our friendship and share the helm,
the cycle of the tides come and go, and we alter our course as best we might,
while the weathers of life shower us with choices.

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