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Transits
he had lunch in Paraguay,
just a typical type of day,
then stepped through his portal
for dinner in Bombay.
it was an exciting type of life
with his mental time machine
sometimes he left a place
before he’d ever been.
he recorded these aberrations
deep down inside his head;
he knew the day her met himself
was the day he would be dead.
he glanced at himself in the mirror
with a wry sort of smile
then slipped through his portal
for breakfast by the nile.
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Terry Ireland
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