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Oct 2015
Will anyone come for me?
Throw a glare beyond compare?
Have a drink without a stare?
Imagine how simple it could be!
Just wash your hands
And throw it away
Does it count when you don't?
And when I don't
Who'll set me free?
john p green
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john p green  florida
(florida)   
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