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Mar 22
Home is where I started,
on my way is where I've been.
Now that I'm here I shudder,
to go back that way again.

Home is where you make it,
get there before dusk,
love it there awaiting,
with people that you trust.

Let it last forever,
the music that we make.
May we always be moving forward
on the roads we chose to take.
Wayne McClelland
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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