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Oct 2012
An adult, but still wanted a night light.
"I'll fix one up quick babe" I said.
Plug in my old dusty radio.
It's blue light shines protecting are bed.
I can't help it if we weren't right.
I can't help that all we do is fight.
We wont work even if I fix us up a night light...
Brian Ross
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Brian Ross  Maine
(Maine)   
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   Aaron McDaniel
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