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As the room is restored Donnie rights himself and gets to his feet. Wow! He says out loud as he assumes he is talking to himself, But suddenly he gets a clear line of sight and a focused view of Donald sitting there in the corner of the small room, I have did it again he softly mumbles and falls into his make shift bed.
I am trying to reconstruct this story from my notes and some of its postings at Neopoet.com
This is a would be Poet, and his alter ego's quest. They are self publishing their works. While increasing their portions, from this treasured laden land, adding to their chests daily 24/7 365 days a year pennies from Heaven an unlimited source. Also hoping to spread their knowledge to the Lost Souls of this World, As they complete their 180 degree turn heading out of the storm, they no longer sailing these oceans blue. Donnie/Sinbad
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