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Nov 2019
He said, I’m not a wordsmith
But he gave me good advice

Not much you can do about evil
But remember Zacchaeus in your life

I tried to listen truly
And practice what he preached

Gave away or spent my money
Panic attacks at the beach

He said our encounter was meant to be
What would he have me reach?
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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