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Sep 16
I can hardly recall less than 90% of my life. Bits and dramatic pieces, death and traumatic strife. I remember the good time in a hazy fuzzy blur, I recall the way it felt when my wife was giving birth.
Yet I can’t actually recall all the years between,
between the time I was a pauper til the time I was the king.
Traveler Tim
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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