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Jul 2015
She told me that I will be cold
If I go out with the holes in my sweater
So she patched it up
And I had a whole sweater

She told me we will all be cold soon
Winter was coming
We needed to cover the holes in our sweaters
So we could have whole sweaters

She told me she will be cold
If I don't put her tea in a glass without holes
So I bought glasses without holes
And I gave her her whole tea

She told me she will be cold soon
Because the holes in her were increasing
So she gave me a shovel to fill her holes
So I filled her holes
But I couldn't make her whole
So I dug her hole



She is cold now.
sabrine
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sabrine  Dallas
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