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Oct 2012
Take a look,
Another shot.
The target always moves,
But that's what you want.
Stepping on cracks along the way,
Getting up and starting over again.
Now aren't you glad you left me there,
Next time trust me I swear.
Caydy Wright
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Caydy Wright  Canada
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