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Mar 2017
It hits me mostly
When I'm alone
The voice of soul
The creative flow
Whatever it is
I don't have a clue
Words that come
From nowhere
Words I never use
Perhaps
I'm a bit crazy
Perhaps
You're crazy too
But it is the gift
That you and I share
And I hope
   We never lose...
Traveler Tim
I don't always like to read long poems with vivid words and riddles
But I do respect the fact
You're a beautiful violin
And I am but a fiddle.

Salutations
HP May 2016
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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