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Who folded my map before I'd even taken bearings? I've tramped roads just because they look like ways I should go. These creases are unseemly foldings. Who folded this map? This mountain. Was it meant for me? See that river? I can't swim. Wasn't taught. Ought I to cross? Plunge under? With this weight? And deadends. Who folded this map? Slide it into my pocket for its all I have. I'll follow the smudged lines and guess the way. Or I might just shuffle off the page.James Millshttp://www.poemhunter.com/poem/directions/
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