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Jul 16
i never stayed at the ymca
-sat on the steps they looked
like they were going

to **** (me)-but hey that was america..
travelling in america was a laugh
looking back..

from the get-go-one near miss
after another -hitch-hiking
sleeping in the woods..

i have never been so happy
to leave anywhere-
-grumpy boots with love..
Written by
Michael John  62/M/SPAIN
(62/M/SPAIN)   
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