GEE - P.S.

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GEE - P.S. 

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When your path is blocked

By fallen trees and rocks

Or Crazy People who put up roadblocks

Or raging random fires, furious flash floods

Snakes and startled scorpions slithering out of the woods

When your pretty path becomes impossibly impassable

There is nothing to more say

Except turn around carefully and try to find 

Another way

Or wait however long on the edgy edge

Hoping someone will come along and fix it.

We must make a plan, all the while knowing

Something might come along and nix it.

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