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Jan 2019
When I was little,
I don't remember little.

But I remember.
I remember the glitter on the rangers watch.

I don't remember rules.
Or how not to ****

But I don't remember *******.
I don't even remember the name of the rangers watch.

I couldn't even see.
Neither could she.
I never ever saw the end
of the Ranger's watch.
T R S
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