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The Real Me Lost

Alas the real me has been tempest tossed I've been combing the world no matter the cost Searching all over From Delhi to Dover Wherever I look I turn up lost 11/7/22

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L Milton Hankins

Date: 11/7/2022 7:18:00 PM

Hmmm...I really like this one, Robert. So many times I, too, have found myself only to discover I am lost. I do believe rediscovery happens almost daily for most of us.

Robert Gorelick
Date: 11/8/2022 12:45:00 PM

I find that to be true, Milt. Sometimes I think back just a few years and can't believe that it's me.

I Am Anaya

Date: 11/7/2022 3:09:00 PM

A romantic soul-searching endeavor, one which we should all partake. I'm faving it!

Robert Gorelick
Date: 11/7/2022 3:10:00 PM

A path we must all take at one time or another. Thank you for your visit, Anaya