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Dec 2015
I am August. In each and every way. The Leo of a lifetime, as if sculpted by clay. April is misunderstood, perceived with negative emotion. But tell me, have you felt the sun? By sailing on the ocean? April is the beginning, starting new every year. Don't be sad, it's not your fault, you've been stuck out on the pier. So tell me true, do not start lying. Would you sail the open seas, with a tried and true lion?
Chris Hunts
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