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Apr 2016
Why are you always so little,
running around kicking shins,
then hiding inside a cookie jar
swearing the crumbs are talking about you
in bittersweet morsels
wiped from hands
stealing all that is sweet in your life?
Written by
Stephan  Camp Johnson Crossing NW
(Camp Johnson Crossing NW)   
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