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Oct 2012
I'm confused about this life
all the people that i meet
is everything here predestined?
what i'll wear, who ill greet
if all of this is just a design
in a giant masterpiece
if everything gets ironed out in its time
I'm a wrinkle, I'm a crease
Sondra Daugherty
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Sondra Daugherty
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