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Jun 2014
From the dawn of evil
Through the dusk of life
It serves its purpose
As an extension on strife

To attack the evil at the source
One must fight without remorse
And so we chose to even scores
And laid a path to evil’s door…

Shall the heart that festers
In smothering wrath
Return to breathe
The warmth at last?

Perhaps to let evil go
Parallels the cowardly lions role
Look at all the friends he made
  Out there searching for his rage...
Traveler Tim
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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