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Apr 2019
It can't be judged
One's state in life
It's a spectrum
Not a destination
Not a hunt for a 'why'
Those born into comfort
Can't condemn simple life
Nor those who struggle, spurn
Scoff at success in their strife
My perspective is my own
And we all push past defenses
In that search for 'home'
And white pickett fences
Turoa
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Turoa
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   Mystic River
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