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Apr 2020
C is for Chances, not choices, taken
Which makes one feel truly free,
To place yourself out there
To let the fates decide
Let Chance, destiny’s child, be your guide
Or C what happens
When we’re open to Love.
C is for cry out loud, give silent hugs...
Butch Decatoria
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Butch Decatoria  47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA
(47/M/Las Vegas, Nevada, USA)   
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