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Oct 2016
and so I left
with a bag full of clothes
and head full of dreams

the setting sun
lit my way in gold
a warm breeze on my face
helped me put a smile on

No map or phone or gps
no direction and no care
forward. just forward
and forward still

and forward still
James Alai
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James Alai  New Jersey
(New Jersey)   
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