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May 24
My fears are bold and brave
To the system, I’m no slave
To the meek, I’m but a freak
I refuse to let them
Make me sickly or weak

My device knows when to quit
I leave it at home unlike you kids
Unlike the masses trying to fit in
I will break long before I bend.

I am a loser a winner a slob
I don’t have a blue-collar job
I’m not trying to get rich
Alone in nature is where I fit!
Traveler Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  62/M/Traverse City Mi.
(62/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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