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Nov 2015
Eleven eighteen
The day that I'm freed
From the chains that bind
Me to that cloudy state of mind
The day I'll never forget
That started out so wet
It ended so perfectly though
A flawless boat to row
I hope it never ends
As it so often tends
Nothing I'd rather see
And with no one I'd rather be
Elexer
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Elexer  TN
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