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Aug 2014
Tossing and turning upon my bed
Red River flows through my head
Red River rapids of life's ups and downs
This raft of misery on which I'm bound

Weeping willows line the Red River shores
Weeping for love that exists no more
Without a paddle I lie and think
Of all I've lost on Red River's banks
As I float around my final bend
Will Red River falls be my end

And where I wonder does Red River flow
Perhaps to the sea of wayward lost souls
Who drown in despair on the ocean floor
Forgotten and alone forevermore...
Traveler Tim


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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
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