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Aug 2019
You call me selfish
then who's your slave
put this shovel in my hand
got me digging my own grave

Don't call me reckless
i'm no fool
get up off the edge
of that high lying stool

I'm only young mother dear
why do you fear
you should know now you can't keep
a free bird near
Caitlin Ellis
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Caitlin Ellis  18/F
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