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May 2017
Oh poor child,
Left on a rainy day.
Wishing he wasn't,
But alone he laid.

Oh poor child,
There's nothing he could do,
But weep and weep,
As the storm start to brew.

Oh poor child,
Against his cheeks, he felt the cold air,
Alone without anyone,
Left empty in despair.
LexBbq
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