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Jul 2018
A fool of a tool is only good for one thing
and that's to be used.

Meant to be a helper to everyone
but everyone just helps themselves.

So useful for the moment
until the moment has gone away
when everyone has left
the tool, still, must stay.

He knows his worth
isn't in weights of gold
his only hope
is to still be useful
even when he's old.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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