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Here I am still, roaming the desert of the Jones’. Looking for pure water, to find where my soul’s home is. I’ve got this canteen I carry that’s never satisfied. Some found pure water But I am still so dry.
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Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
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Here I am still, roaming the desert of the Jones’. Looking for pure water, to find where my soul’s home is. I’ve got this canteen I carry that’s never satisfied. Some found pure water But I am still so dry.
8-9-23
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Sep 9, 2025
Sep 9, 2025 at 7:53 AM UTC
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