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Nov 2014
Take my hand,
maybe I will lead you into a wonderland.
Where the hour glass stops dead its grains of golden sand.
The waves of youth are ceaseless,
the inevitable whole has been banned.

Let's fly away to Neverland.
Alice
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Alice  South Carolina
(South Carolina)   
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