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Apr 2016
strolling through the grass
patches of dirt sprinkled about
planting seeds of hope
the sun, the moon they shout
watch intently as they grow

gripping my talisman
waiting for my woman
peering through the within
this life is filled to the brim

sprouting up and out
evolution is man's best friend
jumping through time
the end is never the end
the end is never the end
John
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John  28/M/New York
(28/M/New York)   
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