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Jul 2015
I watch
As each man comes to play a roll
In shoes he cannot fit
And after he gives it his all
I come to stitch seems where
He left you ripped torn and alone
But I am only the tailor
And you are the damsel.
This fairytale wasn't made
For the shoemaker
But the shoe was.
Keelyn Mac
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Keelyn Mac  27/M/California Long Beach
(27/M/California Long Beach)   
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