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Mar 2018
Back when I
Was still with you
Roses were ripened
Violets were skewed
All of our love'n
Laced in lewd
Oh the things
We use to do
Acts of madness
Unnaturally crude
*******, tied down
Blindfolded moods
Lustful passions
Lacking rules
Psychedelic
Absolutes
Back before we
Became improved
....
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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