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A journey’s long, a trip is short.
You trip on the stairs or tennis court,
but you journey into foreign places–
encounter unfamiliar faces.
So when I finally go to bed,
I journey far within my head,
those trips to town forgotten while
I journey mile after mile.
Eschewing trips to foreign places,
I journey into inner spaces.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Well written. It is our responsibility as we age to examine our inner landscape. If you get a chance why don’t you post this at the Salon today?
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Will do, Bernadette.
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What about a *quest*? [ducking] 🙂
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“Tripping” Over Language
Even for you, my friendly pest,
Ich no haben eine “quest”
porque ich kenne lo es best
no otre palabra to molest
Lest I trip up and fail the test
by trying to force a rhyme with c’est!!!
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Now you’re talking! 🙂
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Very nice!
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