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Adventurer
Sometimes in the seemingly
Most insignificant place,
You find someone running
From a string of yesterdays,
Hiding from how many
Tomorrows may be left,
Still searching for that
Illusive something neither
They nor anyone else can
Put a tag or label to,
Sometimes in a strange
Twist of things someone
Who has led the life of
The action heroes you
Read about, wait in line
To watch movies about,
May be living next door
To you and you don’t
Even know it.
Stephen Nesbitt ©
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