Stepping foot.

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I step foot on the dock
Almost like a clock
The world seems to tick
Horses drive by
Men and Woman say goodbye
I'm bewildered!
But
I'm a new man
I walk the streets,
Cold stone under my feet
I feel anew
Who knew
That coming to this place
Would make a bastard, orphan-
Make me feel... So open

(First terrible poem!)

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