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Jul 2016
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i am the dream that stuff is made from


• )    <>    (•

^       ^


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Slow and easy

( Gettin there )

;:


stand for the true humanity

Speak softly

Real words


( when they knew you

They may love you )

"""


In this the

END OF DAYS







( yeah

Let's rest awhile ......

Either way

We'll get to the end )

No hurry

We'll get there eventually

()

Strong and free

//

Living every moment

All the years !




My love has soft ******* and hands

Well

Maybe not

""

In our portion of the world

We move

Toward the center of town


Just to see what's really

Goin on


Z
Written by
Jeffrey Robin  Yuba city. Cal
(Yuba city. Cal)   
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