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Nov 2019
there's a fork on the road
not in ones paved path
whose direction was eaten upon
and what is one to do not now
with compass left behind as test
representation of north south east west
hear that has one eaten already tasks ahead

harden be guidance loop of tru shepherd
whom dusk flock all's with tuning fork
which attune tisk life and death ratio
over enrich era consumption
diner-road
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cmp  52/M/wisconsin
(52/M/wisconsin)   
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