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Life that if it were so bliss The common man would sing Lament the days of vitriol Embrace our foreign kin

Venture forth unbridled paths Uplift and liberate Traverse the world and make your mark A solemn gasp on fate

Alas I sit behind a desk Euphorically condemned The urge to run and seek the sun It flutters now and then

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July 1st 2020