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Jan 2018
Dear the wildest one
That I never won
I tried my best hand
At the races
But I came up short
Too many fours and fives
No aces

Dear the warmest one
I chased you away
You kept me close at night
Like a mother would read
To a son

Dear the violent one
I tried and tried
You decided to stay
You lost your mind
I guess I paid
The Jolteon
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