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Jun 2017
Run
Run

Tomorrow will be pleasant and the flowers will rise to the Sun but never quite reaches
Tomorrow I'll play with my dog because he's fun and we never argue but glad to be with
Tomorrow I'll walk were the factories hum to hear the wheels of the cogs as it screeches
Tomorrow I'll dig a big hole then my work will be done and only one thing I know what it teaches
Tomorrow I'll put on my shoes and go for a run because no one can stop me and all that it impeaches.
Written by
Peter Kiggin
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     --- and Leah Barton
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