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Oct 2017
I am a Tardis
Going through some hardships
Waiting on my doctor
To come and fly me proper

I may look just like phone booth
Which isn't quite the whole truth
For i'm bigger on the inside
Where real and imagined collide.

I glide through time and space
The whole universe to embrace
If only someone knew
Where to rendezvous.
Stumblebum Fumbletongue
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Stumblebum Fumbletongue  F
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   harlon rivers
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