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Jan 2015
I remember the taste of water in those concrete fountain's that sit in the park and
The school fountains after recess,
a dream come true after not being able to swing
Exhausted from the handlebars
Playing tag.
Bottled water tapping, ain't got **** on those fountains.
katrinawillrich
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