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Jun 2016
When I was
a kid,
I'd lie out on
the broken
deck,
never afraid
I might fall
in
with
the
rotting
boards,
but scared
instead the
Big
Dipper had
moved from where
she lied the
summer
  before.
Written by
Sarah  F/Oregon
(F/Oregon)   
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