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Feb 2013
I can lick down telephone poles and lick down street signs

come sit in my chair

I can crush your house down with my brun thunder thighs

come sit in my chair

I can to be the dancing wind in this wonder water storm

come sit in my chair

We can exchange wings; I can be a catastrophic butterfly
Carissa
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   ---, Soul and Lydia
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