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May 2015
Come home now my precious child
For life is getting older
These dreams for you have faded
The intoxication sobered

Come lie beside me
And rest your weary head
Stress and strife shall slip away
And all those things you dread

The promise of a new world
May appear pretty bleak
Yet your destiny awaits you
And the answers that you seek

Death is but a doorway
So many options open
Our quantum souls return to source
To all we put our hope in

Come home now the voices call
Like a vague yet gentle caress
Easing all our worldly worries
Putting our minds to rest
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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