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Apr 2017
In a pinch, the picnic table can double as a shelter.
Nevermind the would-be athletes vaulting over it.
The lyrics of our song are carved underneath.
Sometimes, late at night,
I stand on top and remember how to breathe.
JDK
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JDK  36/M/Japan
(36/M/Japan)   
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