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Jul 2012
Roll on by tumbleweed
ain't nothing here for which those
watchful woeful eyes
will find to feed
indeed...
and that I'm sure
you're long to say
but - and pardon my intrusion
if I may?
hey...
if you must you must
I certainly wouldn't
stand in your way
creating unnecessary fuss
well...swell
I was only going to point out that
pal...
your hair's on fire.
Written by
Tarryn
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