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Dec 2016
Do not assumed I can wait
This journey is always
Through the next gate
Oh it goes on
Unlike a dying storm
Life is the last to calm

Should we throw our hands in
Re-deal the stack of chance
It'd still be my lyrics
In an entirely different dance

Shall we play the cards forgotten
Or leave fate up our sleeves
The game is never over
Surely I'm that naive
...
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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