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Nov 2011
We all
share the night.

Tease the campfire,
and toss me another cold one.

We'll tell stories between the cracks of the burning wood.
Or let the trees blanket us in silence.

Once the sun sets, all we have is
time to waste.

So.
Let's do anything,
but fight.
Shanekwa
Written by
Shanekwa
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     Sam Schedler and Shanekwa
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