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|  01-23-2014, 08:31 PM | #8 | 
| Senior Member How Do You Identify?: Butch, Preferred Pronoun?: People call me by my nic name. Relationship Status: Not Single, Not Desperate. Join Date: Jun 2010 Location: Florida 
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	Rep Power: 21474855            |   There was a time it seemed as though My life was tossing to and fro And I, left with nowhere to go, Was subject to the sea. But there, ahead, a beam of light Peered through the darkness of the night And granted to me clearer sight That I might be set free. I steered a course toward the land To find a refuge on the sand And maybe touch the gentle hand That guided me along. And when I reached the coast that night, Upon a hill, the shining light Was tended by a welcome sight . . . My friends had led me home. 
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