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Mar 2016
I am made of sand
I'll slip right thru your hands
I am not time
But in eternity I might let you stand
I only come out at night
But I always stay out of sight
I'll send you to your dreams for a fright
You need me in your life
Or your brain will turn to mush
Always on it will turn to slush
I bet you know my name
So I'll stop playing this game
Pauline Morris
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Pauline Morris  51/F/Southern Illinois
(51/F/Southern Illinois)   
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