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Apr 2016
Aren't we all waiting to be read
And told that we make sense?
Aren't we all waiting to be edited
And mixed into a child,become parents.
Aren't we all the diary of evey days dream
And for those that agree here's recompense.
Creepstar
Written by
Creepstar  Pig Town
(Pig Town)   
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