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Jan 2015
Tarry not!
I think not!

For idle time shall cost me more
than just a pretty dime!

There's so much more at stake than
what could ever be realized,
my purpose, my goal,
can not possibly be defined.

My heart is my will,
my will, my resolve,
and it shall not falter nor fall,
nor waver or dissolve!

Another day,
another month,
another year,
I shall not worry,
nor give into fear.

I'll have doubts,
as every man will,
but my faith is strong,
my patience tested,
but patient still.

Time is of the essence,
Time is cruel,
and not on my side,
so I tarry not,
and I shall fight on,
for the trail is still warm,
and the sun still hot.

I must go.
And tarry not,
for the promise I made?

I never forgot.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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