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Jul 2017
What will I see,
When I turn to a ghost.

Things with no price tag,
Are worth the most.

A night sat under the sky,
No paper could ever buy.

In the mountains from tree to tree.
For fortune, not will I plea.

I'll keep my wealth in me,
In nature I'll ever be.
Written by Andrew Daly ©
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andydaly  32/M/Kerry, Ireland
(32/M/Kerry, Ireland)   
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