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Sep 2019
I 'm bravely fearful
The bitter end
Is still quite far away
That's why I live
So lowly
Buried in outer space
Counting the blessings
Of every curse
It seemed better
When things were worst

This final oxymoron
Makes perfect sense
I'm fearfully confident
At my own expense
It freely cost
More then I own
That's why I stay sober
Cause I'm trying to get ******!
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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