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Apr 2018
This is but a small sad token
Of a promise that has been broken
Spring was but a lie
All her magic has gone awry
There'll be no thawing
Only a frozen heart cringing, clawing
Through the ice of hardship
Left to bare
There'll be no warming
No, not yet here!
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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