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Mar
4
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Where Should We Go From Here?
[B]There are two versions of this poem.[/B]

V1
I will seek you out,
Where ever you are, and no matter how far,
Just give me a shout.
We’re talking it slow,
But I have no idea, where I should meet ya,
Or on which way we should go.
You just got to let me know.

V2
I will seek you out,
Without a doubt.
Where ever you are, and no matter how far,
Just give me a shout.
We’re talking it slow,
But how slow should we go?
I have no idea, where I should meet ya,
You just got to let me know? Or
Please let me know?

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