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We’ll cross that bridge when we come to it
That’s what they’d say to me
But now I’m here and it’s not quite clear
Where I’m supposed to be
Is this the stairway to Heaven?
How do I know if I’m on the right path?
I’m stuck in the middle, this must be a riddle
Do the answers lie in the aftermath?
Earth floats freely behind me
What lies ahead, I can’t see
Perhaps I’ll just wait, but what of my fate?
Seems I’m stranded in reality
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
You took the words right out of my mouth…. Of course I believe I know what you’re referring to and it’s a whole nother ball game for you I’m sure. 🙁 I’m so sorry Dorinda…. hang in there and message me if you need me. I’ve taken FB off my phone, so I’m not checking it as often, but email me and I’ll be sure to get it. ❤️
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Thanks, Michelle! ❤
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❤️
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you, my friend! ❤
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You’re welcome Mon Amie.
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We all search for the same answers 💛
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I know, maybe one of us will actually find it and share with everyone else lol
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Love this! (and the pic!)
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Thank you very much!! 🙂
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Life can be so confusing… I like the humor you seasoned the poem with!!
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The song by Stealers Wheel, “Stuck in the Middle with You” kept going through my head as I wrote it LOL Thank you very much!! 🙂
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Fantastic inspiration with a great outcome!
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Thank you very much! 🙂
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You are welcome 😊
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