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Large old door Made of wood Locked it was So there I stood Key so far Fell down on my knees Was it in the car Or perhaps in some trees..
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
Old Wooden Door
Large old door Made of wood Locked it was So there I stood Key so far Fell down on my knees Was it in the car Or perhaps in some trees..
What is a note, yet another cry for validation.
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Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:54 PM UTC
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