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Feb 2013
Sometimes my windows leak when it rains,
And my books get ruined.
One time I made pancakes, that fell apart on me.

I asked you if you would like to get some lunch,
But you said the moon wasn't going to come out that day.

I wonder if you ever really listen
When my hammock is being blown away.
Jacqueline P
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