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Mar 2020
Let’s Start off by taking a little paradise vacation
But I must forewarn your heart’s will be Racing
But Run as we must from the wild geese chasing
The true art appears not searching for motivation

It lies within the Journey, we all just love to say
Like a weekend with Bernie, I love a good cliche
But to live in the present, will carry you Eternal
But when exactly then, do I write it in my Journal

So we carved it in Stone, and painted cave walls
Some wolves roam alone, as the holy moon calls
We carve it in our skin, to sacredly commemorate
A map where you’ve been, need to communicate

A Story carries us through the Years Wondering
What glory felt like for our peers after wandering
Desert sands and vast seas a test for brave Souls
Sacred lands, fall to knees, sacrifice for the Scrolls
Tis innate as we are but a simple social being for without it we shall perish like a blind eye never seeing.
Drifton A Way
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Drifton A Way
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