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Apr 2015
When they hear my speech
they tend to run away.

When see how I think
they tend to run away.

When I tell them things
they ten to run away.

Please, no, don't run, it's prohibited I say.
they still run away.

I wish to find one day
the one that does not run away,
but rather stays to hear
a word or maybe two.
Where is he? Where is she? Where is that person?
Blue
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Blue  Northville, MI
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