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Oct 2018
I was really really close, you know,
Horseshoes and hand grenades,
Who makes hay when it's raining?
Down to my last lemon,
And my pitcher wasΒ Β filled with koolaide,
If a wish is a dream your heart makes, and sometimes wishes do come true,
Then I can't stop believing in miracles,
I hear they sometimes come true too.
The Poet Tree
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The Poet Tree  46/M/CA
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