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Jul 2018
Why did
we exile
that child that
always smiled?

I implore you,
get riled!

Find your child,
when your imagination
ran wild and wasn't at all
styled.

Beguile,
you cannot be
misfiled,
as an adaptive,
creative child.
Written by
stone the bear
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