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Aug 2011
Hey there
              fish fry hey there
muscle goose hey there
       red hair atop a plastic horse that
     spins in endless circles

Hey
     there
   in-between the trees don't you see it it's a
       cloud but floats higher it's a
               great puff of white, so distant it
          must be someone's forgotten dream
  set free to wander
                  
      hey
   there it goes, oh here it comes no
        don't feed it or it will stick around give it a
  good kick in the ribs like this see?
            he won't be coming back
Samuel
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Samuel  27/M/Fremont, CA
(27/M/Fremont, CA)   
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