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May 2019
When an idea comes to plea,
And won’t stop pestering me,
Until I write it down and set if free,
Whether it be something imaginary,
Or a sight to see,
When an idea comes to plea,
I just have to set it free,
So you can better understand me.
Apparently I was a fairly deep nine year old...
~much love
Emma Price
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