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The Road To Fresh Water

I sometimes think about all the wonders of the world These thoughts leave us here alone together, curled Does the sea spit sapphire blue? Oh how I can't wait to find that to be true. Either fourteen or twenty-one days A map is a liar in some ways. Waiting for the confusion to be over and to be done feeling like a rover.

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Date: 11/27/2019 2:01:00 PM
Hello Alex Anonymous, this poem gives me something to ponder. A deep lovely poem. have a nice day my friend. It is nice to meet you.
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Date: 11/21/2019 2:07:00 PM
nice one..
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