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Nov 2018
To the reader this may sound
A bit absurd
But when it comes to her
I hold my every word
I stuff them way down
You see
It's the only way I've found
To self preserve...

And although I don't
Write about her
I could never tell a lie
It's not because
Her memory
Has somehow passed me by

It's not because
I don't dream of her
Tossing in the night
Oh no...
Trying to express her
Could never put things right.




.....................
Traveler Tim

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7rW4hZNSVr4
Traveler
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Traveler  58/M/Traverse City Mi.
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