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Aug 2019
50 years I’ve roamed
50 years I’ve rambled

Tonight I’m not alone
But still my thoughts are scrambled

I use my old cell phone
Yesterday I ambled

We walk in seashell foam
Maybe aliens might Zamble?
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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