Sunday Serenity

It matters not where I've been.
But where am I going, who can see?
How will I get there, who can know?
What will be...will it be?

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xoabb

Sunday Serenity

Who walked these steps before,
Who climbed them to that lost front door?
Were they folks just like you and me,
And this a place of many a memory?
What happened here, why was this home lost?
Progress goes forward, but what is the cost?History preserved is history forever.
Do we really want to lose that? No, NEVER!

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xoabb