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Wanderlust
to that piece of styrofoam, was it in wanderlust you found your need to roam? Well my friend I'm afraid your choice was very poor, for now I find your here - stranded on sandy shore Had you picked a graceful ship on which your days to roam, you might now call the seven seas and ports of call your home But life's many choices are crucial, hard and varied, and on their shoulders each day - our fate is surely carried -
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