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Mar 2012
I prance about my bedroom floor
I wish I could go back for more
for another moment I’ll adore
and see what future lies in store
there is no way I can be bent
there is no reason to lament
for all the time that I have spent
has lead me to be quite content
Rebecca McDade
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