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Feb 2012
LOL
Random bursts of laughter.

"And I can’t wait until

We’re older…

And laughing".

How bizarre

And strange we sound

To those…

Speaking the silly.

A different

language

In a way…

Some may know

other familiar dialects,

And we must ask,

Where are you from?

You sound like us

But a little

different.
Margrett Gold
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   Daphne Ryan
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