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He entered our window On his chariot, gold Crashing the balloons Left by a Sunday celebration, My nephew’s 1st birthday Last Sunday, yes, last Sunday When all of us orbited The sun On an evening Until 10:30, post meridiem.
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
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He entered our window On his chariot, gold Crashing the balloons Left by a Sunday celebration, My nephew’s 1st birthday Last Sunday, yes, last Sunday When all of us orbited The sun On an evening Until 10:30, post meridiem.
bryan-amerila
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Jun 20, 2016
Jun 20, 2016 at 8:19 PM UTC
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