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May 2019
I sold her a bag of dreams
It had a hole at the bottom
She gave me winter and spring
Summer and most of her Autumn
I left her not looking back
Standing there
Clutching tightly
An earful of sorry stories
And a bottle of Bacardi
Written by
Pacheco  M/USA
       Sarah, Shani, Nylee, The Sick Red Carnation, 21 and 19 others
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