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Apr 2015
Unburden my heart
With soft words or hard
Unseen unformed words
Like clay in a jar

What can my soul spring
But fountains of dreams
From the depth of divine
What will my muse bring

Unburden my heart
And set my mined free
Untainted by memories
Of the hell I have seen...
Traveler Tim
re to 04-17
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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