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Nov 2012
When the moon comes out, my mind wanders about.
I sit and think, I grab some ink.
There you are, but you're yet so far.
You fill my mind, oh, what a find.
There is a peach, but it's way out of reach.
I feel like a loon, please come back soon.
Haley
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   Timothy
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