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Traveler Mar 2020
A silent star
Of our point of view
The moon
Tugging on the waters
Of youth
The sun
A burning pandemic
Of blistering fun
But we won't be here
When said and done
Not these shells
Of flesh and dung
So Beautifully ugly
This secular tongue
This Earth
Forever more
Eternity a revolving door
We’ve all been here before
.................
Traveler Tim

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