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Oct 2018
Behind my back with fingers crossed,
Eyes tightly closed, I wish,
If I tell you what I wished for then it won't come true,
what wicked mind came up with this?
What if I asked you to wish my wish for me,  And I'll wish your wish for you.
The Poet Tree
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The Poet Tree  46/M/CA
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