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Apr 2015
I wore my hair in a braid
prepared to help not afraid
he lays in bed till the day
I'm called by him and I came
his eyes adjust to see my face
the call was for a just incase
I understand, wispering with grace
He turned to look at the vase
and said your braid is tempting
amber girl
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   Arlo Disarray
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