Rambling Down Rambling Lanes With Random Turns

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Down Rambling Lanes I venture
Rejoicing in random turns of memory;
Skipping into the many by-lanes
Pausing at nooks that echo the past -
Sweet, tickling, nostalgic, or sad.
Some by-lanes, too murky to bear, to tread -
Still I shudder at their fierce, burning,
Sometime shameful vision;
They will remain a secret path of self-pity or torment
Their thorns not all to torture.
Some who read this will find yourselves in these lanes
Bear with me kindly
I recount with no malice
To others, but a tale - of passing fancy, I trust
Or amusement, or cheer, or thought.
Join me then
Down rambling lanes, and take
The random turns into bylanes
To savour the nooks and echoes
As each we pass by and go forth to the next.
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