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Sep 2019
It will always appear
Confusing
To most quite amusing
So I will attempt
To confess
How I can be
Both
So **** cursed
And yet very
**** blessed

The hang man
Isn't hanging
Death defying
Flaying
Upon the cliff
I'm scaling
The crowd
Neither haling
Nor for me rallying
I'm a star
Yet a hellion
Because
Higher thinking
In their eyes
Is rebellion
But then again
The hell with them!
'Cause I'm **** blessed
The end!
Traveler Tim
Do the math
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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