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Apr 25
I drift, I drift to older
My beard is white I know
My hand upon her shoulder
Moving to and fro

Please, Life, protect my son
Ordinary days
Protect him from the Strife
Protect him from the Maze

Tired. Exoplanets!
Maybe a Galaxy Quest
To sleep perchance to dream
Just to do my best

                           Yes.
Qualyxian Quest
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Qualyxian Quest  55/M/Elsewhere
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