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Fords and Chevys
are fine vehicles
but will not
take me
where I want to go.

I can walk unknown
streets, but wouldn’t
   bother if it can not
  lead me to the
mystery.

Why have my lust grown
   this way, that I would
   leave the safety of light?

Boredom and Idle hands
are trouble makers.

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