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Aug 2013
Oh what pleasures holds the great unknown
Yet here on sand I built my home
In the eye of storms that never subside
And less the glory that feed my pride

I used to stare through gleaming eyes
Now dull and dim my tear ducts dry
Tomorrow's dreams all but gone
My lady no longer sports her thongs...
Traveler Tim
This to shall happen to you.
re to 02-18
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
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