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May 9, 2021May 8, 2021 ~ The Hermit Poet's Ramblings

Worn out hiking boots

He just kept moving along

Soaking wet but strong

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simplyme841 says:

May 9, 2021 at 12:32 pm

A description of what my lad might be doing right now. Thank you

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