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Nov 2023
It’s moving ever faster now,
this reckless refusal til the end.
Still not a single choice is offered that stand a chance to win.

How on this did we agree?
We’ve been comfortably asleep in our greed.

We were but children when the programming set,
now unconscious slaves
on to our deaths.
Traveler 🧳 Tim
Traveler
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Traveler  61/M/Traverse City Mi.
(61/M/Traverse City Mi.)   
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