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Wily white meadow-- Bridles her name- silently And-- Caribou hold their tears. Roots promise with midst- To miss her-- So cantaloupe may be- In-every-second. We aren't in lilac and lily. But my paws are padded Told-telling-- I walk.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
Caribou Seconds
Wily white meadow-- Bridles her name- silently And-- Caribou hold their tears. Roots promise with midst- To miss her-- So cantaloupe may be- In-every-second. We aren't in lilac and lily. But my paws are padded Told-telling-- I walk.
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Sep 17, 2014
Sep 17, 2014 at 2:29 AM UTC
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