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Nov 2019
Heads up
We're all gonna die
Heart's finally quit
Eye's no longer cry
From our birth
It's one big struggle
Even the rich
Have their troubles
So...gender up
Take that helm
Life's too short
To simply settle
I'm talking to myself
There's no one else
More worth gunning for
Politics and Mother Earth
Will always be at war
We came alone
That's how we leave
Life began form a single seed
And empty vessel
Full of needs
Thirsty, hungry
Selfish greed
That's how we started
You and even me
But what of the other end
Do we lose
Or will we win?
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Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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