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Jul 2018
White and woolly
Cotton clouds
Fluently floating by
I take my time
I take a ****
Smoke rings
In the pines

In laughter free
Among the trees
Where echos begin to rhyme
Come and play
Long in the day
The Oak is in his's prime
.........
Traveler Tim

I love the Man and the band!
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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