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May 2015
H is for the question:
How the hell did I get here?

O is for the Ocean,
What I always search to find.

M is for the Moments,
Especially the small ones
That you least expect.

E is for Ever,
The amount of time that
I'll  be content on the road.

H is for Having some extra receptor  
That makes my quench for
Questing Impossible to fill.

O is for Organic,
The way it feels
When I explore something new.

M is for the Memories
That I can never forget.

E is for extraordinary,
The quality of my life.

H.
H is for Home,
But not in a traditional sense.
Copy write: Mae Lahlee
Mae Lahlee
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