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Sep 2016
Where is she?
Now did she flee?
Down through the trees?
Through the cool autumn breeze?
Down through the hills?
Was she looking for thrills?
Like Jack and Jill?
Did she take a spill?
Or to take a pill?
Gee, ain't that a thrill?
But don't you know that pills can ****?
Written by
Jesse Scheer  Canada
(Canada)   
230
   Rhet Toombs
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