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Mar 2010
Little tells
Justify large tales

Oh, sister dear
We couldn't go east
For I was being hunted
Even at that very moment
In our mothers presence

Sorry if you were upset.
Unsure of how to explain
You know she worries so much for us
east,hunted,mother
Written by
Gregory L
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