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Oct 2010
there were six
she was nine she
said mama don't
leave me down here
it's dark and
he's mean so
cold without a
pulse his
spirit pulling everyone
else down
go back tell
them I want to see
the flowers again.
Copyright FHW 2010- From Fold The Truth
F White
Written by
F White
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