Well, I must like walking,
I am in my third month of walking for finding cure for Cancer,
I can’t believe that have been at this for this long.
This is something that is close to my heart,
My heart is getting strong wit( every step knowing nuthatch my miles are going change someone life when,
When really soon I hope,
Hope is sometimes what a cancer patient was to hold on,
So I on go this month with my miles,
Miles that fly by each day,
At 62 miles already must continue on.
Rain or shine I go up and down the road for you the cancer patient.
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By Jenifer Nim3 days ago in Wander
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