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Apr 2015
the yellow house sits on top of the hill
each time I pass it, no matter what kind of vehicle I'm in
I look over and stare
and I think if your home
or where ever you are
wither your out riding your bike or at work
I look and think of you
julia lovechild
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julia lovechild  uranus
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