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Mar 2014
I doubt you've heard of me.
I doubt you ever will.
I doubt you'll ever think of me,
while you read this still!
So here's to our doubts, the ones we have,
(so many)
if we paid for all our thoughts,
we'll need much more than pennies.
Give to me your cares and your wishes,
bestow upon me your love.
Grace me with your graceful presence,
and know that it's you I'm thinking of!
So let me tell you one thing,
if anything is true.
It's just that.
I truly and verily much so
Love...
You.
Nomad
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Nomad  Between Here and There
(Between Here and There)   
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