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The Question
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2003 I walk into
that place
which will always be a second home,
and my heart thrills as they all come around me
all trying to hug me at once
not asking, why away so long
simply, hello, we missed you
more hugs, more laughter
and as I walk home,
tears in my eyes
because of this beautiful, wonderful, pure love,
I ponder The Question
and think
how can there not be
how can there not be
how can there NOT be
