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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

November 7, 2022 at 7:18 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

November 8, 2022 at 12:45 PM

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