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Aug 2010
His journey began
One year ago;
Treasures collected
Theories rejected
Unions constructed
Others obstructed.

And upon his cabin wall
He took his blade
And began to scrawl:

"The compass that
Serves a sailor best,
Is the scope buried
Within his own chest."
Written by
kj foster
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   Hunter J
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