Virgin Trail
J James B. Earley
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The path of life
A complex way
No beacons there
...No footprints say
Beware the perils
Of the virgin trail
No point of reference
....No maps to tell
Of a sanctuary
Should the need arise
That haven of refuge
Where threatened skies
Intense the journey
....Hazy at times
Yet..through the murk
A joy we find
For we discover
As we travel on
Not once are we ever
....On the road....alone
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