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RUTS by JOHN BANISTER TABB

First Line: I COUNT THE WRINKLES IN THE ROAD
Last Line: WHOSE TRACK ALONE IS HERE.
Subject(s): ROADS; PATHS; TRAILS;
I count the wrinkles in the road,
As men are wont to trace
The ravages of Time and Thought
Upon a human face.

Such are the vestiges of feet
That day by day appear,
And such of sightless memories
Whose track alone is here.



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