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Apr 2020
And when they come for me
To put me somewhere I don’t want to be
Somewhere I can never stay
Saying things I could never say
In accordance too
What the devil has in mind
Bodies in refrigeration
It’s Mad Max time
Disease ridden bats
Festering slop of swine
I could hide out here all day
In boxes made of pine 🌲
TY
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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