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Oct 2017
Where do they go
Those rats in the alley
Up into cracks and holes
On into hungry bellies
Cockroach infested
The walls are at war
Damp musty mildew
Deep black mold spores
Down in the basement
A noise never heard
Perhaps a snake, lizard
Frog or some type
  Of ***** bird...

Whatever I heard
Where ever rats go
You won't find me
hanging out
In the old ghetto
No, not no more!
.....
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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