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Jul 2016
I listen to the sounds the leaves make as they fall to the ground,
Look at the way the water moves as the breeze blows,
Smell the crisp air as the sun beams,
And I wonder if they notice all the same things about me.
Took a walk in the woods
Gordon Michael III
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Gordon Michael III  28/M/Houston
(28/M/Houston)   
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