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May 2017
My heart beats out a rhythm to the song on the radio,
my lips mimicking the words as we drive.
And no matter where we go,
how far we get from home,
I know I'll have your hand in mine the entire ride.
Written by
Tabitha  34/F
(34/F)   
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