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Come Along

by Joseph Farley

It is so lonely in the desert.
There I wait for someone, anyone
To come along.

The years pass by slowly,
And my emptiness grows,
Gnawing at my inside.

I wait. I am always waiting
For company to come along,
And when it does,

I pounce, and fill the void
With flesh and bone
And bits of leather and cloth,

And a kindred spirit
To wait with me for someone
To come along.

Copyright © 2011 by Joseph Farley

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