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Feb 2017
Shall you hold me accountable
For the weather too **** cold
The dying children suffering
And all the war torn souls

Shall you bow down to me
On broken stones of law
All those chosen by me
All others shall be lost

Shall you gather onto me
In humility as you cower
I shall surely comfort you
As the war machines devours
...
Traveler Tim
A bit dark out this morning!
Traveler
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Traveler  58/M/Traverse City Mi.
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