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Apr 2017
Born in the tempest of a rising tide
In a whirlwind turning
At some place in some time
Testing the water
I look deep inside
The wind keeps on churning
There’s nowhere to hide

Never been down this path before
I’m lost in the hedgerows
On the stage of my mind
Caught in the menagerie
I’ll see what I want to see
Lost in the fantasy
I’ll walk with tenacity

I know what you said
That it’s all in my head but
I’m really that limber
With all things considered
I won’t be defined and I’ll never resign
I’ll just ride on the tide
Through the winds of my mind
Richard Grahn
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Richard Grahn  58/M/Chicago
(58/M/Chicago)   
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